|nightingalenora (nightingalenora) wrote in repose,|
@ 2016-01-24 19:04:00
|Entry tags:||*log, jason woods, nora johanson|
Who: Jason and Nora
When: Several Days after this
Where: Mess Hall, then employee exit
Nora was nervous. She couldn’t get her heart rate to slow down. This was the craziest thing she’d ever done. At least, the craziest thing she remembered ever doing. She didn’t even have anything with her of real consequence. It wasn’t like she owned much and the only pair of shoes she had were mid-calf slippers with non-slip grips on the bottom, but they’d have to work along with her hoodie and scrub pants until she was out in the real world. Everything would just have to work.
She’d taken two non-essentials with her, if they could even be called that. In her zippered hoodie pocket was her mp3 player and earbuds, and Francis the white lab mouse Zach had given her just before he’d done that spinal experiment. She obviously wasn’t leaving without Francis.
With both her hands in her pockets, she felt Francis walk timidly into the palm of her left and she murmured as she walked toward the mess hall. “It’s all gonna work out, Francis. We’re gonna get out of here and everything will be just fine.” She could see the mess hall up ahead; now she just needed to figure out how to inconspicuously find Jason and get the hell out of dodge.