For all intents and purposes, Nate had it easy. For him, for the past few years – Bunny had been dead. He’d seen her or at least, he’d saw a corpse that looked like it could have been her, mingling with other torso torn, infected gorged bodies. He’d left her rotting in the Kentucky mountains. The sight haunted him in nightmares and even when he was awake the sight of her haunted him. The guilt wore on him something terrible. He’s left her.
He hadn’t grieved correctly. Let’s be sure about that. He hadn’t let her go and when he came through the door and looked around for Memento and caught sight of Bunny sitting and waiting, he thought it was another in a long series of hallucinations.
She was just a mirage. Nope not real. Couldn’t be.
So he quickly looked away, had to before he went crazy and lost his mind in front of everyone else that was holed up inside this shelter.
Maybe he could tell whoever he was meeting that he needed to postpone this.
Speaking of, who was he meeting? He wasn’t sure. It could be anyone in here. He’s looking for anyone that might seem like they’re waiting and he’s scanning the lobby, eyes carefully skipping past the figure that still lingers in his peripheral. Bunny isn’t disappearing and he can’t help but look at the figure again. He expects her to morph into someone else. Someone that merely looks like Hazel Dolan but she doesn’t.
He’s gone pale.
He’s afraid now that if he moves she’ll disappear.