Cherry & Delia: 12PM
"I guess you're right." And seriously, it was weird how quickly Cherry had gone from thinking of the Hellhounds as 'us' to 'them.' It was their turn to order then, though, so she stepped forward to place hers - cheeseburger and onion rings. Once Delia had followed suit, she looked over at her co-worker with clear interest. "Did stuff like this ever happen in Denver?"
She ordered a cheeseburger and fries and stepped to the side, wiping a few drops of sweat from her forehead as she glanced over to Cherry. “Stuff like people acting out? Or like this party? Because either way, not really. Things were kind of… normal. Other than the zombies, and the soldiers everywhere.”
"Wow." Weirder even still to imagine life without all the shit Cherry had gotten used to over the years. "The stuff we probably think of as 'normal' is probably anything but." She bent down to set her camera on the ground, standing protectively above it, as she started to put her hair up. God, it was hot. "Like the blob rain and smores gas. I don't think it'll ever get weirder than that."
“I think you live in a situation long enough and it becomes your normal,” Delia offered, glancing down to the camera for a moment before looking back up to Cherry. “I mean, none of us thought it would be normal to have… zombies all over the place, but that's just life now. Unfortunately.”
"You're right. One day future generations are going to probably keep zombies as pets or something and think nothing of it." God, the sun really was burning down. Cherry briefly entertained the notion of losing her shorts, too, but she wasn't sure being in her underwear during this job would be as welcome as it had been at her previous one. She turned her attention to Delia, who looked practically smothered in comparison. "Aren't you hot?"
“Zombies as pets,” Delia mused, tilting her head as she considered it. “Take them out for walks in the park… I'd imagine they'd need to be kept outside, for fear of night attacks.” She blinked once at the question, looking down at herself and what she was wearing. The answer was yes but there wasn't much she could do about it - she was already wearing shorts and a tank top, as minimal as she could get with still being dressed. “Yes, but it's Austin. I figured this was normal.”
"This is pretty typical." Cherry put a hand up to shield her eyes as she looked up at the sky. "Scorching as usual, especially during the summer. But like, you know." She dropped her hand then pointed at the still-gushing hydrant. "It's right there. And almost everyone is in their underwear." Her other hand gestured to her own shirtless frame.
Delia hesitated, because Cherry was right - other than the people in the food truck and the soldiers, she seemed to be the only person there who was fully dressed. And she was hot, could feel the beads of sweat rolling down her back, but that didn't mean it was necessarily the best idea. “I'm not sure I should, since…” she trailed off, not wanting to cite being there for work since that was why Cherry was there too. “...you don't think anyone would mind?”
"Of course not!" Cherry gestured to herself again; she'd lost her shirt pretty soon after they'd arrived, but it hadn't stopped anyone from letting her do her job. "I mean, I think we'll get more people to let us take their pictures if you didn't have your shirt on." A perfectly normal thing to say, she thought, and a statement that was perhaps a bit left over from her previous job. "Go for it."