Nicholas 'Nick' Choi (stadion) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-02-09 11:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [01] january, nick choi, savannah posey |
We gotta make an all out stand
Who: Savannah Posey and Nick Choi
Where: Savannah's Office - LBJ
What: Discussion of the zombie horde knocking at their door and the impending rescue attempt.
When: January 9th, 2019 - Early morning
The moaning and groaning of the hordes outside their windows could still be heard, a constant reminder of the situation they now found themselves in. Mentally Nick cursed the damn Hellhounds for setting off this chain reaction, for endangering people he cared about, simply for a selfish reason like springing their criminal officers from La Quinta. He kept those thoughts to himself as he paced back and forth in Savannah’s office, his expression attempting to be as positive as he could manage while the situation seemed dire. They were on their second day of this, their second day and so far nothing had changed. But soon it would. Or at least that was what Nick was going to believe and cling to. Holding onto that hope because it was better than allowing his thoughts to dip into a darker place. They could do this. They could make sure everyone made it out of this alive. “I've never wanted a helicopter more than I want one right now,” Nick remarked as he sank down onto the couch in Savannah’s office, his gaze settling on the blonde. “That would make all of this a hell of a lot simpler. Just land on the building and get people out of this shit that way,” Another sigh his expelled from his lungs and Nick ran a hand through his hair. He hasn’t slept in nearly twenty four hours, his entire existence fueled by coffee - so much so he’s positive that it’s replaced the blood in his veins. “Wishful thinking I know,” Nick continued with a laugh, cracking the faintest of smiles. “Maybe we could tie ladders together and make one hell of a bridge from here to there…” All of the ideas he was throwing out weren't even a last resort kind of thing, they were impossible….but this whole situation felt a little impossible as the clock ticked closer and closer to the time in which they would make their first attempt at rescue and/or delivery of supplies. “The lending library is too far away for ladders,” Savannah said quietly. It wasn’t that she was even entertaining the idea, but it would’ve been rude not to respond to Nick. Nick laughed, though the noise wasn't particularly happy. “I know,” he replied, glancing at Savannah. “Wasn't a serious suggestion, just grasping at impossible straws.” With the sun barely peeking up over the horizon, Savannah felt more exhausted than she had in a long time. In less than 24-hours she was already nearing the levels of anxiety she’d experienced when Gray had gone missing. In a strange way, this felt even worse because she could see the horrors of their situation right in front of her. If they didn’t get help, her people would starve. If their defenses didn’t hold, her people would be massacred by zombies. At least with Gray she was able to hold out hope that he’d just gotten separated and was working on finding a safe way back home but there was no deluding herself right now. “Cal and Karen said they would help. We just have to hope that Olivia’s friend keeps good on his distraction,” she said after a moment, then took a few steps towards the couch and collapsed down next to Nick. “I hate waiting.” Shifting closer, Nick put an arm around Savannah - though he didn't know if the physical action of doing so was more for his comfort or hers. Luckily, Savannah was as tactile as Nick and she rested her head against his shoulder, listening to him talk. “I'm not really a fan of it either,” he confessed with the faintest of smiles. “And truthfully I'm not sure how comfortable I am leaving the fate of our people in the hands of other people,” Nick paused. “Don't get me wrong, I trust Cal and Karen and I'm grateful they’re willing to help. But this guy with the distraction, I don't know him and much as I hate to admit it that makes me uneasy. We’re doing what we can from inside here, but...I wish I could be out there doing more, you know?” “I know you wish you could do more but it would be suicide to go out there right now. It wouldn’t be doin’ anyone any good if you--” She stopped herself, the idea of losing Nick and verbalizing that possibility too terrible to even say. Lifting her head and shifting slightly so she could make eye contact, she said, “Promise me that you won’t do anything stupid. We need you here too much.” It didn't take much of a leap of the mind for Nick to know where Savannah’s mind had gone. They were only months out from having lost Gray, they couldn't lose another person. She wouldn't lose him though, Nick had no plans to try and single handedly rescue their people - even if he wished he could. “Hey, hey, hey. You can't get rid of me that easily,” Nick answered, meeting Savannah’s worried gaze. “I promise I'm going to be around for a long time, so long that eventually you’ll get sick of me and you'll ask me to leave.” He flashed a smile, his words joking in hopes of getting her to laugh. Though Savannah wasn’t able to bring herself to laugh, her mouth did pull up in a slight smile. Nick had always been good at cheering her up. She liked to think she naturally erred on the side of optimism but Nick, and his literal personification of the sun, was always able to break through the clouds whenever she succumbed to doubt. “Yeah, well, one day I’ll be able to get rid of you but that day ain’t today,” she said, moving to rest her head on his shoulder again. “Ouch! So you do have plans to get rid of me!” Nick exclaimed, again aiming for a laugh - because the faint smile she gave him earlier just wasn't enough. “When should I be expecting this pink slip and looking for new employment?” He continued, the arm around her shoulders tightening as he pulled her in closer to him. Sitting like this, joking like he was, Nick could almost forget that the weight of other people's lives rested on their decision making. Almost, but not entirely forget. Suppressing a yawn, she asked, “Did you sleep last night?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer, based on her own lack of sleep the night before, but it opened the opportunity for her to pressure him into getting some rest while they had the chance. Currently, their defenses were holding, and who knew what the day would require of them later. Without hesitation Nick answered, “No,” his voice hoarse from the lack of sleep he had just admitted to. “Sleeping wasn't exactly high on my priority list, Sav,” he added. Frankly it was right down at the bottom of his list, too many other - more important tasks - warring for the top spots. “Situations like this are why they invented red bull and coffee.” The words came out like a joke, but by this point he was nearly certain that all the blood in his system had been replaced with energy drinks and caffeine. Eventually he would crash, but that wouldn't be today….or tomorrow for that matter, maybe not even next week. “Have you slept?” There was true concern in his voice, because despite the fact that he was refusing to sleep until this was all taken care of, Nick would fight tooth and nail to get Savannah to get some shut eye. “You know after goin’ without sleep for so long, you may as well be drunk,” Savannah said, the disapproval apparent in her tone. Nick was a stubborn creature though and she should have known better than to expect him to have gotten any sleep. Moving past that topic, she replied, “I think I slept. Was wakin’ up a lot and finally threw in the towel before comin’ down here. Didn’t want to risk keepin’ Liv up.” There was a flicker of regret that sparked in Nick when he heard the disapproval in Savannah’s tone. Of course she wouldn't approve of his lack of rest, and logically he knew he wasn't any use to anyone if he was stumbling around sleep-deprived. Logic and reality just weren’t on the same page in his world currently, because even if he had tried to sleep he had a sneaking feeling that it wouldn't have been a success. “Would you feel more confident if I told you I'm a highly competent drunk person?” Nick asked with humor in his voice, knowing full well that that wouldn't lessen his friend’s disapproval any. Savannah rolled her eyes so hard she was sure that Nick could tell, and if he couldn’t feel the whiplash, her sigh made her displeasure perfectly clear. “Not at all,’ she said, though she was too worn down to give much more of a reaction. She could understand the attempt at humor but in a situation so bleak it was difficult to truly appreciate it. “Didn't think it would, but I had to try,” Humor was his coping mechanism, or one of them..”And it doesn't sound like you're much better off than I am, Sav,” he commented gently, resting his cheek against the top of her head. “And I would bet money that there wasn't any risk of you keeping Liv up, she’s probably been tossing and turning just like you.” Nick made a mental note to check with Liv, maybe rope her into helping him later that morning to get her mind off of going to worse case scenario with the people trapped in the other buildings. “Hopefully the drop will go as planned later today and then we might be able to get a little more rest tonight,” she said, humoring Nick by taking a leaf out of his book of optimism. She had to believe that Karen, Cal and Erik would pull through. Maizie’s life was in their hands and Savannah prayed to God that she’d put her trust in the right people to bring her girl back to her. Nick gave Savannah another squeeze, smiling as he replied. “Cal and Karen are damn good at what they do, it’ll go as planned,” he could appreciate that she was trying at optimism, despite the fact that she had far more at stake in the drop going well - her daughter was trapped in one of those buildings after all. “Have you heard from Maizie? Or anyone in the other buildings today?” The day was still young, but he had to imagine if he and Savannah hadn't gotten much sleep, it was unlikely the people trapped in the other buildings had either. “Maizie texted me last night, but I assume she’s sleepin’ now. I don’t think any of them have phone chargers so I told them to save their battery,” Savannah said, Not hearing from them constantly was definitely adding to her nerves about the whole situation, but logically she knew it was their only option. Nick tried to shove the thoughts that this was on him out of his mind, instead he gave a nod while he said. “That’s smart, having them save their batteries,” he paused while shifting on the couch a bit, though he didn't drop his arm from around her. “We’re going to get through this Savannah, all of us.” Nick had to believe that the people trapped in the other buildings would be okay, that Cal and Karen would do their part and Erik would do his and they would get their people back and run off the zombie hordes keeping the held captive. Savannah nodded against Nick’s shoulder, sagging into him a little further. “I know,” she sighed. “Can we just stay like this for a little while? Maybe get some rest?” It was a fat chance that either of them would actually sleep, but maybe taking a few moments to close their eyes would do them good. Rest was probably a long shot, but Nick couldn't deny that he would like to stay like this for a little while longer. “Yeah, I think I’d like that,” This might be the last chance either of them would get to sit still and at least attempt some rest. He still had high hopes that their plan would succeed today and everything would go back to normal, that Maizie would be back where she should be and nobody would be starving or without water. Hope was what Nick was going to hold onto, because he was positive hope would get them through this. “Rest and then we’ll tackle the day,” Nick murmured as he laid his head back against the couch, arm still around Savannah as he let his eyes fall closed. |