Speaking to the atmosphere.
Who: Emma and Jake What: Apocalypse plus teenage angst Where: The Garfield library When: April 6th, late night Rating: TBD
Nothing had felt right since Matt Carlaisle and his group intersected with those at the school. Emma hadn't slept like she had in the last month. She was on edge, and kept the former vet in her sight as much as humanly possible. She followed him almost everywhere, several times during the day, even after their intense little 'talk'.
But not only had this new group with a dangerous person she didn't trust invade what she considered her space, her one and only friendship somehow seemed to be deteriorating. Jake had been distant. Defensive and reactive- even snippy. He avoided her- and she didn't actually realize it for a couple days, having been too distracted by her paranoia at first.
Tonight, she didn't follow Matt. While she still didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, she accepted the possibility that he wouldn't do anything crazy if she didn't tail him all the time. The Jake thing was ringing unfamiliar, but loud alarm bells in Emma's head. She followed him in the silent darkness as he sulked through the halls, and into the library. There he sat, in the same spot they had laid and talked (and not-talked) for many a night. Emma didn't say anything- as per usual- but she made her presence known by cracking a chemical glowstick.