April (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-25 18:19:00 |
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Sylvia was so often at a loss with what to do with herself. She wasn't outgoing, so making friends was difficult. She didn't have any special skills, so she couldn't scout around or hop to other cities or anything like that to help with supply runs. She could shoot, if not well, but that was only going to be useful in a few situations -- like defending herself or someone else from something bad. Sometimes she thought about looking for Ray, just because he was the only familiar thing here, but he was usually ... well, she didn't actually want to know what he got up to with Jaime. She couldn't imagine they'd have anything much in common anyway. She'd given him the capsule in case they ever did come to their reality, but she had no real reason to seek him out. She'd thought about trying to find Guy now that they had open places to practice, but she didn't have any weapons, and maybe he was busy doing something ... so she decided to just drift. Now that they were allowed back on the train, she wasn't as interested in that. She spent enough time on it when it was moving, and while the surroundings were hardly appealing ... she didn't want to be on the train. She didn't want to hang out at the hotel, either, so she decided to just roam around town. She was wearing jeans and sneakers, and she felt horribly out of place in them. She was accustomed to heels and skirts and things like that ... but that was hardly great footwear for wandering around a town of corpses. Sylvia turned down a street at random, roaming slowly. There was a breeze blowing, and if it wasn't for the scents carried with it, it would have been pleasant. Still, it was cool, and she appreciated that. She let her feet carry her along, she let her pale green eyes roam over the houses. If it wasn't for all the bodies, and the smell, this could be any small neighborhood. But it wasn't. It was Nebraska, 1990, in a reality that wasn't her own. Where a virus had torn through and killed everyone. She was regarding a house curiously when a slight sound caught her attention, carried by the breeze. Her brow furrowed as she listened, and when it came again she started to move in that direction. It sounded like the plaintive meow of a kitten, but she couldn't find it. Making kissing noises, Sylvia tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, and once she did, she crouched down. What she saw made her sad in a way she couldn't quite define. A lone white kitten was nestled between its siblings. Or ... the corpses of its siblings. "How did you survive, huh?" She asked softly as she reached down to gently pry the kitten free, grimacing as her hands brushed against the dead kittens surrounding it. The kitten did not look well, and she figured it might die anyway, but right now it was alive. Its claws were digging into her hand, and it didn't seem able to stop meowing. "Shhh," Sylvia soothed as she cradled it gently against her. She wasn't the mothering type, and she wasn't sure she could say she'd really cared about anything like this a day in her life prior to arriving on the train, but ... she cared now. Holding the kitten gently, she turned and half-ran, half-walked quickly back toward the train. She had no idea where to start with anything like this, but she guessed water would be a start and then ... what? Could she even keep a kitten on the train? She guessed she'd see; something about the idea of just leaving it here didn't sit well with her. It had survived however long on its own, and if she abandoned it, it wouldn't live much longer. Climbing onto the train, Sylvia hurried into the kitchen. Holding the kitten securely in one arm, she fished a bottle of water out of the fridge, then a bowl from the cupboard. She set the bowl on the counter and tipped some water into it before setting the kitten near it. When it found the water and started to drink, she smiled a little. She wasn't sure what to do next though. She had no idea how old the kitten was, or if it could eat solid food or not, but it didn't look very big. Hoping someone would pass through, Sylvia didn't even think about posting something on the network to ask for help. |