Capt. Babs Greenling (is a ray of f'ing sunshine) (bite_sized) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-09-07 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [09] september, jadyn hunter, mary-june greenling |
Who: Day & Babs
Where: LBJ
When: 8:30 AM, September 3rd
What: Friends pour out their sorrows.
The dawn had been a reassuring event during Babs’ tours in the Middle East. A reminder that some things were unchangeable, even if the location was different or if she was on duty. It reminded her of home, it reminded her of San Fransisco, it reminded her of Arizona. And now, rolling into LBJ’s parking lot after a day of scavenging for water and extra meds, it was just an annoying glare of light on her windshield.
She closed her eyes after turning the car off, feeling Kaleo shift his weight next to her. The big mutt had been through a hell of a week- without the water she’d found that day, she was pretty sure he’d be dead. Hell, she was still dehydrate just out of an effort to make sure he had enough.
8:30 slugged its way. But it came.
The car door swung open, and Babs stepped out. Gun across her hips, she looked all around her for signs of movements before letting Kaleo out. The mastiff/pitbull mix walked next to her, sluggishly and with lack of grace. They made their way to the steps, and she remembered the last time she’d arrived at LBJ- Gray had been there to welcome her. He’d hugged her, been happy to see her alive. Hell, he’d basically built her a clinic. She wondered if it was still there. If people still needed her. Wanted her.
The last person who had really wanted her was dead. Brian’s headless body sat in her parent’s trailer home in Pickens. Decaying. Babs had almost joined him.
She knocked. Kaleo whined. She didn't know what waited for her, what politics had formed. All she knew was that without Day, she wouldn't have come back.