Jaydn could say she’d felt the same way about LBJ. It encompassed her entire life now, yet it was suffocating and confining all at once. Sometime, she wondered if she would have been better off never staying in Austin, if she had rejoined her comrades at the start of the outbreak. But that thought was a slippery slope in and of itself, leading her to contemplate over their current statuses. Dead, alive, or worse. She liked to think that they were alive and safe, still out there somewhere. But she knew it was a slim possibility. And, despite her wonderment, Jadyn couldn’t imagine herself leaving the town anymore. At least not now.
She needed to look after Maizie, if not any of the other survivors. Aside from being the daughter of her best friend, Jadyn had also grown fond of her over the years, watching her grow and bloom into her own person. She was a beautiful and intelligent girl, and she wanted to be there for her – even if she didn’t need her to. Jadyn knew how the death of a parent could affect a child. She had lost hers at an early age and she was only grateful that Maizie didn’t have to experience it in the same way she had. Jadyn had made sure the body was presentable before it was shown to her. “Not much better over here,” she admitted with a sheepish smile, “Just a lot of work and then more work. It’s the downfall of having your office right next to your bedroom. I go out for runs and I hang with the guys, but it’s not a very exciting life. Not that I had a very exciting life before all this.”