Emma Swan (swanemma) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-08-02 14:04:00 |
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Emma had found herself up early and found that she had fallen asleep in one of the touring cars that she picked out to work out her issues in. Did it help? No, but she had tried. She knew a few people cared about her or more just one for sure, but she couldn’t figure out why. The huntsman thought she was a great person when she wasn’t. Or the fact everyone kept telling her to open up, let people in, and put her walls down was easier said than done. How could she do that when all her life the second she started to care about someone they either left her or she lost them? Usually it was them leaving her, but lately she lost them cause they died or something else. Everyone had their issues that she knew; however, she was pissed with how she couldn’t really explain her issues causing people to try and get her to do things differently. Emma cared for the huntsman, but were her feelings that important? No, she would rather know he was safe and that he wouldn’t get hurt than her being selfish by allowing her to feel something. Going back to her room, she took a long hot shower before deciding to go back outside to work more on her anger issues. Checking her back pocket to make sure she had her way back to the train before stepping off. This place wouldn’t have been her first choice in terms of stops, but she was just happy for some target practice to let off some of her issues. Part of her thought about getting someone to go with her only she could watch her own back. Moving to the front of the train, she brought her one hand up to shield her eyes as she looked around at the stuff around. The two guns on her were found in one of the houses, but she wanted more. Problem was she wouldn’t go far when she was by herself so instead, she only moved up enough where the train was in sight if she had to run. A few zombies were not that far ahead of her as she took a few shots at them right into their heads. With one gun on her side, she figured only using one for now until the one in her hands ran out. Emma called bullshit on violence solved nothing. A few shots and she was already feeling a bit better about everything even more so when she kept picturing the zombies as he least favorite people in the world. |