Coop (existing) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-02-17 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [02] february |
Who: Coop and Anya
What: first meeting, sort of?
When: backdated to a couple weeks after she got to the safehouse
Where: Library
Rated: TBD but probably low
Status: incomplete
Coop turned the page of one of his anatomy books and glanced around. It seemed like every day more survivors were making their way to the safehouses. It was strange, to see so many new faces, and not recognize any. Of course, he'd come a long way from home for someone without a car, so he understood that the chances of actually running into anyone he knew were slim. It wasn't impossible though. And he was holding out hope, whether or not the other survivors thought it was a lost cause. It wasn't like he set his whole life on it. He didn't get depressed when more people came in that he didn't know. Quite the opposite, actually. He was just happy people were surviving.
He smiled to himself at the thought of society pushing through this disaster and coming out for the better. He wasn't an optimist by any means-- ask anyone whom he argued with about the greenhouses and they'll tell you. But there was something kind of soothing in thinking about what life might be like after all this. If humans were to pull through and overcome the zombies. He looked back down at his book, wondering if video games would ever be a thing again. That was when he heard it. A little commotion on the other side of the room. Another Immune had come in with a big load. He shook his head. It would soon be divided up. He didn't mind helping out. He actually liked looting for the greater good, but it was sort of frustrating when all your hard work went unappreciated by people who felt entitled.
Anyways. He took the opportunity to glance around again. There was a woman with two kids eating peaches out of a can. A man with a dog was sitting next to them. And then, on the other side of him... Coop finally recognized someone! He couldn't quite place her, but that didn't matter. He knew her. He did! She was... well, she had to be from Connecticut. He didn't know anyone from New York. He must have gone to high school with her. Fuck. It was going to come to him, he just knew it. Her name. Her age. What class he knew her from. It just had to.
Before he knew it, he'd been staring at her for fifteen minutes.