Torrie Reed (hardbitten) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-06-17 00:32:00 |
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The only thing Torrie had wanted to do was find Solomon. Her day had started okay, and then it had imploded. Who the hell gets into more than one zombie scuffle in a week? Was there a sign on her back that advertised she might be a good target? She didn’t think so, but apparently June was just fan-fucking-tastic for her. So, her brother, one of the few that was capable of brightening her mood. And he was awol. Wandering. Not answering his text messages, and Torrie was left scowling at the cafeteria coffee, and the nurses that gave her dirty looks as they passed. It was only an aversion to a second soldier encounter, or a third walker fiasco that kept her within the hospital building at all. It wasn’t her favorite place, not without her brother as a buffer. It didn’t feel much different either, now that the government had waltzed in and cleared out the riff-raff. She supposed she could count herself lucky that they’d removed Sol from leadership before everything went down, otherwise she could just imagine the shitstorm that she might have found herself in. “What?” she snapped at an orderly that stared at her too long. Torrie knew she didn’t look that disrespectable, maybe a little disheveled, but she challenged anyone to come out of fighting off a few walkers looking pristine. Actually Lita could probably do something like that, Torrie would bet, and it was as if the thought of her former friend somehow made the doctor appear. Even after Lita had patched her up after the tussle with the cats they still weren’t on great footing with each other. But Torrie sucked it up and gave a small nod of acknowledgment when Lita looked in her direction. Because slinking down in her chair wasn't mature, Torrie knew that. |