Rory Everett is a recovering scalpel junkie (bitofabitch) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-02-29 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [02] february |
WHO: O'Brien and Rory
WHAT: Scavenging + Slumber Party
WHERE: Williamsburg, Brooklyn
WHEN: February 28, early evening
RATING: TBA
STATUS: In Progress
Rory honestly never thought she'd set foot in her shitty little Brooklyn apartment ever again. She wasn't particularly attached to it, didn't have any real, solid memories in it. Her life had focused around her schooling and her work, and there were entire weeks where she either crashed on someone's couch or in an on-call room just to avoid the annoying travel time back to Brooklyn. When everything began to collapse, it didn't even dawn on her to head back there.
Why would it? She stayed in the hospital, stayed because it seemed like the best way for her to help. She was a doctor, after all. Doctors were the ones who would be able to do something.
And when that proved to be incorrect, it was too late to wander back to her apartment and check to see how her roommate had fared. When the hospital properly fell, Rory was dragged to a government quarantine with a festering bite on her arm and too much anger and confusion with too few answers. She still got to be a doctor once she got out, but it wasn't like life would ever be the same. There was no point going home.
It was almost amusing, the fact that it was growing dark as she and O'Brien finally approached her building. They'd both made it through okay, despite some zombie-related setbacks, but it was abundantly clear as they eased their way inside that they'd be staying the night. Rory hadn't given this place much thought up until right then, but now she was curious. How many people had died here, how many had tried to loot the place. If her apartment had been broken into after all. Silly, insignificant questions, but interesting ones all the same.
"This is me," she said quietly once they reached her door. It was shut, but unlocked. One twist of the knob and it was home sweet home.
Which, for the record, had never been fucking creepier, thanks.