Capt. Babs Greenling (is a ray of f'ing sunshine) (bite_sized) wrote in remains_rpg,
“That works for me,” Babs said. A shower felt like luxury, it felt like a present from Greece she wasn’t about to turn down, even if she knew men were hiding inside of it. The mention of the Capitol made her think of Cal for a moment, but she cast the memory out and focused on her friend’s questions. Her mind felt slow, like sludge. She wanted to wash, eat, drink water, and sleep without a fear of a zombie banging on the side of her door. It was coming, Babs knew that. She could be patient.
“No,” Babs said. “I left my scrubs here, and I lost damn near everything on the road,” she admitted. The only things that she had held onto hard had been her leather jacket, gun, and boots. The ambulance and Kaleo were higher up than things to her, with Kaleo as number one. That dog was the only reason she hadn’t swallowed her gun. He wasn’t smart enough to find his own food or water, she had told herself that so many times she believed it. “I don’t have anything but what you see on me, and the bus. I can hand my guns over if you need that,” she said. Babs didn’t like the idea of being without the guns, but she knew Day had a system. She wasn’t going to step on that. “I have. I have Brian’s. A rifle, a few handguns.”