WHO: Bea & Rae WHAT: A movie and hanging out WHERE: Rae’s place WHEN: October 3rd, 2019; Afternoon (slightly forward dated) RATING: Medium, for Bea’s mouth
The last two days had been… strange. Sure, it wasn’t the first time that Sing Sing had lost residents, but this loss seemed to have more of an impact on everybody. It had left Security scrambling, though she wondered how much of that was just Brandon’s panic at thinking they were short staffed and how much was actually warranted, and she knew that some of the people who were still here were going to be trying to recover from the exits on a more personal level. She was more than relieved that she wouldn't be one of them.
Bea herself still thought it was a stupid idea; family or not, Missouri was a long fucking ways away and life was too unpredictable now for her to believe that they’d ever make it out there alive. She’d probably keep that last part to herself though, not everyone wanted to think about how O’Brien and the people he’d taken with him would probably be zombie food before the month was out. She didn’t really want to be thinking about it either, but she couldn’t help it sometimes. It was thousands of miles, and probably millions of zombies away. The odds weren’t good.
It was nice to have something to look forward to beyond more organizing of her search parties or a short run into Ossining too. As much as she would have never believed it before getting to know the other woman, she liked Rae’s company. The optimism was growing on her, even if she’d never share Rae’s opinions.
Stopping in front of Rae’s room, she tapped on the door while she simultaneously tried to hush Ada (short for adamant), who was yapping and bouncing at her feet. Her puppy energy seemed to be on high, but Bea couldn’t blame her, she’d been left in her makeshift kennel for most of the day while Bea had been covering some of the security stuff she’d offered to help with. Maybe later she’d take her for a run around the grounds, wear her energy down before Bea tried to sleep. Or neither of them would sleep and that would be a bad thing.
“Hey Rae,” she called over the noise of her dog, shifting both the leash and the DVD to her other hand.