Jenny Parry (Oliver) (dontevergrowup) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-08-10 03:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, dahlia, incomplete, jenny |
Who: Jenny & Dahlia & OPEN.
What: Sadsack!Jenny theorizing the worst about the situation.
When: Shortly after dawn, on June 6th.
Where: Shore of the island, not too far from the landing site and with pockets of survivors in sight.
Warnings: None so far.
If Jenny closed her eyes, she was on a beautiful beach in Florida for a minute. They had taken a plane there, stayed in a beautiful inclusive resort, had a great time, and the sand was warm between her toes, safe and sound on the southern tip of the United States. Which was exactly where she should have stayed instead of boarding the Mare Crisium in the first place. When she opened her eyes, let her brain come back to reality, things were much harsher. When she opened her eyes, she saw the smoldering hulk that had been their luxury cruiseliner, still being sucked down into the depths. She was on an island she didn't know, with people she didn't know (save for Dahlia, thank god; she didn't know what she'd have done if she'd lost track of her wife in the chaos), for an indefinite amount of time.
Help would come soon, that was the consensus. Jenny didn't buy it. Fucking cruiseships didn't just go off course and then sink, that would probably be a consensus decision too, but it wasn't always true.
She'd been in high panic since the evacuation had begun, waking them from their sleep, which she'd just been drifting off into. There had been getting herself ready, grabbing their back, getting Dahlia up, making sure Lucy was with them and on her lead as they left their suite, trying to get desperately to a lifeboat. Her worst fear, the thing that everyone had told her that she was crazy to worry about, had happened. Her legs had felt like jelly as people raced around the boat, tears streaming down her face as soon as she realized what was going on, and for the majority of the way, Lucy had been doing the guiding of her and Dahlia both. Jenny had grabbed some supplies for her, enough for a few days.. but not much more. For now, at least they had her.
If the supposed help was coming soon, it wouldn't matter how much supplies they had.. if.
But it was increasingly hard for Jenny to stay positive, in their circumstance. Even when they reached the shore of the island near dawn, and her feet finally found hard solid ground again, it didn't help. Because she didn't know where they were. Did anyone? Had someone sent out a radio signal from the boat, a GPS signal, anything? They must have, Jenny wanted to believe. It was all being taken care of. The man who had made such a fuss about Lucy getting in the lifeboat with them, whom Jenny had admittedly snapped at, had supposedly called the coastguard directly. Help was on the way, the blonde tried to think, but couldn't will herself to believe.
She'd read enough books and immersed herself in enough fiction, had a wild memory, to dream up the worse possible scenarios. People, in small groups where leadership might be competed for, were wildcards. Violence, rape, murder, cannibals, martial law, some version of the Hunger Games where people were pitted against each other in brutal fights of survival in exotic location. Maybe they were already on television. It was surreal enough for Jenny to believe it. How had her life been so normal, considering, just a few days before?
There was also the worry of the ever mundane starvation, dehydration, weather conditions.. bad things happened in threes, or so Jenny's mother had always said, so what was stopping a tsunami from sweeping in and taking them out? Just completing what the ocean had already started the night before. She didn't want to think about it too hard.
She truly had no idea how long it had been since they'd landed on shore, she hadn't worn her watch and her phone was dead and useless in their duffel bag, but it felt like a couple of hours to Jenny. Or more. Dahlia wouldn't be able to tell, as Jenny sat down beside her in the sand and reached over to grasp the brunette's hand firmly, but the sun had indeed moved up higher in the sky already just since the landing of the survivors. She was still shaking all over, terrified, and with a hoarse voice from all of her crying and dramatics throughout the night. She'd even come close to fainting, once, when she'd looked back and saw the boat on it's side. But she felt guilty, because she hadn't been able to be perfect for her wife, to hold things together for Dahlia in the face of danger. She'd gotten them to safety in the end, but she'd been hysterical while doing it. She'd done her best, but panic had cracked her normally calm veneer.
"They've.. got blankets, if you're cold," she offered her wife gently, "And fresh water, whistles.. there were some things in the boat." She wanted to go and take their share, soon, before someone else got the same idea and took everything. She personally had only the intention to take enough to provide for the two of them, and water for Lucy. Even if there was plenty, with a group that was under thirty, upon Jenny's count. But there was no reason to be greedy right out of the gate.
Help was, supposedly, on the way.