Who: Daniel Marchand and Emily Reed When: October 22 Where: Grand Central What: Relaxing as much as one can Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
To say things had changed over the last couple of weeks would be somewhat of an understatement in Emily’s mind. With the Carnegie Hall safehouse being over run my zombies and the infected, meant that Grand Central population had grown. Funny how Emily had taken the space she had for granted, and only after it was gone had she realized. Sure it was only a slight adjustment, but she had enjoyed her space. Emily was a teenage girl, and what she wouldn’t give to have a bathroom to her self, and a bedroom all her own. She would give anything for the comforts of a proper bed, and curling under fluffy duvet covers rather than a sleeping bag. Most of all, she would have given anything to not wake in a nervous sweat each night. She would also love a hot shower, where she was not constricted to a time limit.
Emily had washed up, feeling cleaner but still she could wish for more. She pulled her fingers through her hair, as some sort of brush substitute. She pulled a hoodie over her thin frame that she was sure was only going to get thinner with more mouths to feed. She had her gun in the pocket of her pants, as she never went anywhere without it. She hated carrying it, as it never made for a good impression to be waving a gun about. Emily was not about to give up her weapon though, especially with the lingering fear of Carnegie’s fall.
Emily sat in the common area with a notebook that was slowly becoming over full and the pages falling apart. It had made it this far, and her brother attempted to bring her notebooks when he found one. She flipped through to find an open space, starting to just write numbers. Anything to get her mind off things.