Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-04-08 23:09:00 |
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Charlie West. Elliot Zimmerman. Evan Marchand. All three of them had been on the same infiltration team. All three of them had been together at Ellis Island. None of them had made it back. Although it had been a huge relief to hear that her brother had made it back, a knot of trepidation was still wound tight in Leah's gut. She and David had cleared the dead bodies of the government workers out of the record store, tossing them to the zombies outside, a useful distraction that allowed them to re-secure the building. After enduring some medical attention from Rae, Leah had dismissed herself to the stockroom to be alone. The intervening hours had ticked by slowly, each minute feeling like a lifetime. No one but David disturbed her, and when he did, she barely even acknowledged his presence. She sat with her elbows on the table, her head bowed over her hands, trying to ignore the urge to hit the refresh button on her laptop's keyboard. Ever since Rodeo's post on the forums about Charlie being missing, Leah had been obsessively checking for news of people returning. It was almost sunrise, and there still wasn't any news about Evan or the others. The pessimist in her kept ordering her to forget about the missing people. The most important person — Brandon — had come back. That should've been enough. Elliot meant little to nothing to her. Charlie was a friend... but this was exactly why Leah didn't want friends. Inevitably, she always had to say goodbye to them. And Evan? Leah leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. If Evan really was gone, that meant someone else would have to lead this thing. Give the rebels guidance. Get them safely to Sing Sing. Leah couldn't do it alone. She didn't want to do it alone. She poked absently at the newly formed scab on her tongue. She felt the pressure of impending tears behind her eyes, but, being so exhausted, her eyes refused to let the wetness out. She was glad for that. Crying would make things worse, more real. Being in a zombie-like state would get her through until sunrise, when she, Rodeo, David and a few others went searching for their missing friends and loved ones. |