charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,
Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of the zombie apocalypse as a cockblock. It was a lot of things-- a chance for a new start, the end of days, maybe even humanity’s punishment-- but thinking of it in such amusing terms made her feel a little bit brighter. “Clearly, you are hanging around the wrong sort of ladies. I mean, I can’t think of anything sexier than rotting flesh-creatures that want to tear me apart with their teeth.” She quipped, wiggling her eyebrows in silly mock-suggestion.
That was a good question, she thought, studying his face for a moment. How good was her mood? It had been so long since she’d felt this weightless, this giddy, this happy, that she wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. It was such a strange feeling to go from emotional numbness, from keeping everyone at a distance, to having a purpose and letting herself be content, just for a little while. Not everything was fixed, certainly, but she felt like finally, finally she was healing, even if it was just a little. This was the end of the world, after all. she’d take what she could get.
“Could be better,” Charlie said finally, shrugging and giving him a grin as she sat up slightly, pulling her hoodie and t-shirt off over her head and tossing them aside, leaving only the plain white bra she wore behind. She felt goosebumps run along her scarred and inked skin, and she looked down at him with a playful scrunch of her nose. “There. Better already.”