Lilah Emerson (littlemessy) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-04-30 16:52:00 |
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It was still overwhelming being at the LBJ. This place was nothing like the places Lilah had seen since the outbreak a few years back. She spent time in bunkers and abandoned cars or homes. Settlements that were made of camping gear or just a fenced or blocked streets that gave people a sense of a community. It wasn't surprising these place didn't last long though. They were built under the false pretense of security. Hope too, true, but there was always missing. The LBJ was far more put together and it gave Lilah the real sense of a community and that people were actually living and not just surviving.
Yeah. Lilah really liked it here. She still wondered of the others shelter were the same. Lilah hadn't adventured outside the safety of the LBJ's walls yet. There was an issue with something falling out of the sky when she was finally free from quarantine and when that was over Lilah hadn't had the time to go out and explore yet.
Quarantine was complicated for Lilah. She felt restless and claustrophobic. There was also that fear inside her head that after the days locked these people would realized they had no use for her and they would kick her out. Lilah probably could survive on her own. She was no fighter and maybe her odds weren't that great but she was smart and not completely useless. She could give a shot at being on her own again, but Lilah didn't want to. She was the kind of people who needs others. She liked people. She had always been like that.
Relief washed over her when Lilah was released from quarantine and given an actual job within the LBJ ranks. She would work with the Health Department - it made sense since she was a nurse - and she was part of the group now. Sorta. It was all new. Still new. Lilah didn't feel part of anything yet - being the new girl and everything - but she wanted to make this work. She wanted to help and be part of something important. She still carried a lot of guilty over her sister. Not knowing what happened to her and Lilah wished she could look for her but right now the LBJ people was her main goal. This was her home or, at least, it would be once she had been here long enough to feel like the belonged. It was a process. Each day Lilah felt like she was slowly finding her place.
At the end of her shift, she stopped by her living quarters to clean up and then headed out to get something to eat. She was tired but not sleepy yet. Maybe she could try and be more sociable. It wasn't like she had made a big effort to fit in yet and Lilah knew she could do better.
Food and wander about. Good plan.
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