Who: Danielle Bailey and Mia Spinelli What: Taking visitors, no appointment needed. Where: Home When: April 3rd, 2042 Rating: Medium
Inhale. Exhale. As long as you do that at least you'll keep on living. Danielle had been doing about the same thing for the last day since they had woken her up the night before. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten to bed last night beyond someone pushing her that way. Alex? Tino? Ethan? She was sure she had seen all of them at some point yesterday after the news had broken. It was hard to say when nothing had seemed even real. Then the past few years felt like a nightmare that was impossible to wake up from. She helped where she could to try and keep her family safe, but she had seen what good that had done for so many since the government had taken over the project. It was their own internal civil war which just brought an empty laugh. Considering they'd had her southern gentleman husband working for them mean that they were the Confederates? Perhaps the South had risen again indeed... Turning slaves into the lot of them unless they wanted to flee to the other groups in order to have their freedom. Even that might not be forever if they did get away. The only kindness she had found was the fact that she now had a week off before she would be expected to run to their every call once again.
There was another disadvantage to her emotions getting out of check as the two dish towels and a t-shirt that were hidden at the bottom of the garbage could confess. She certainly hadn't meant to set them aflame, but there they were all the same after leaving her with some first degree burns on her hands. She would blame it on the stove if anyone asked, but they looked worse than they felt at the moment. The knock on the door was just enough to send it creaking open without much more pushing. True, it made a break-in extremely difficult, but what could they do to her at this point? Most of the items she had anyhow were more sentimental value than anything.