Capt. Babs Greenling (is a ray of f'ing sunshine) (bite_sized) wrote in remains_rpg,
Family. That term was so heavy, she’d had so many families. Her biological family. The girls she’s played softball with as a Gator. Her army family. Brian. All those families were gone, dead or simply shredded apart by the reality of their situation. To have the woman in front of her offer a family made Babs first angry, angry enough to want to push her. But the second, immediately feeling that stopped her from moving her arms or speaking hit her like wrecking ball.
Relief. Because a family took care of their own, they had a unifying need to be together. A tribe, which had been what the survivor camp in Phoenix had been, was just unified by location and cause. You had to agree. In families you didn’t, you just relief and gave back what you got.
She could do family.
Babs nodded, swallowing a thick lump of emotions that made her want to burp and cry all at once.
“Okay,” she responded. The wrecking ball had come and gone, but over the next few weeks a jackhammer would start to work at her, chipping away as she tried to keep her guard up. She didn’t know how to be happy anymore, but she at least knew how to find her place now.