Bea Albrecht (beacynic) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-06 22:09:00 |
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All the emotional arguing shit wasn’t any of Bea’s business. Whatever had Silas and Brandon at each other’s throat, whatever had Leah and Evan on the outs, it wasn’t anything she needed to be clued in on. Sure, she knew some of what was going on, but she didn’t know all the down and dirty, deep, dark and bitter details. She didn’t want to know either. Not to say she didn’t care. She cared. But, things got that much harder around this place when everyone was in everyone else’s personal shit. It started to feel like living under a microscope. Really, she was only doing as much as she was because Leah had asked, however indirectly it was originally. And aside from that, she liked Evan’s company. He was competent as fuck on a looting trip, and he never managed to get on her nerves. Two things that played hugely in his favor. Her muscles were still giving her hell from last week, so it was anyone’s guess about whether or not a looting trip was a good idea. But she needed out of Sing Sing for a while. Even with the rest she’d managed to catch up on, her nerves were starting to feel a little fried. She could only guess what Evan’s must be like. It’d probably be good for him to get out of the walls too. At least that had been her thinking when she’d asked. She could’ve asked Piers or Charlie to go with her. Even Noah, though she’d never looted with him before, but he seemed competent. But lately she hadn’t had too many opportunities to talk to Evan. Not that he was probably in the best frame of mind for conversation right now. But at least he could bitch to her about leadership shit without having to worry that it’d get spread around the compound like a fucking wildfire, if he wanted. She wasn’t going to make him talk, and she wasn’t going to impose her opinions on him either. He probably had enough of that right now too. Everyone thought they knew fucking best in a crisis, from Bea’s experience. Ty used to get driven mad by all the people offering up the best ways to do things, and she had weathered that well enough. If things came to serious talking, she’d handle it. Or if they ended up in fucking silence for the whole trip, well, she’d handle that too. “Thought we’d head out to the far side of town,” she said, spinning the keys to the truck around on her finger. It had taken some negotiating, but Silas had relinquished the keys to a little Ford Ranger. “Was thinking maybe some of the houses out that way hadn’t been scavenged over yet. We might be able to find some non-perishables and shit.” |