Torrie Reed (hardbitten) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-10-13 23:31:00 |
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Later, if anyone asks Torrie won't have a good reason for why she brought some beat up stranger back to the tunnels with her. She might say it was going to take more energy to be a dick, but that's not really an answer. Maybe she didn't want to be viewed as a monster, or didn't want his death by walker on her conscious. Whatever it was or wasn't, she set him up in an empty train car (its first owner long dead), because she wasn't going to risk some possible psycho in her space. Even if he had looked like she could probably take him. Except now that same stranger (Alejo she reminds herself) feels like her responsibility, and she's no Florence Nightingale, not by any stretch of the imagination. There's only a minute while she's gathering food together where she entertains the thought that maybe he up and died on her last night. Not that that would be better. The body would be her problem then. There's always Jo, but Torrie's been enough of a thorn that thrusting her stray, beat up strangers off on her feels rude even for her. Instead she opens the can of soup (one of many she has thanks to her brother) she pulled off the shelf, a box of stale crackers and a spoon, and makes her way through the dark from her car to the one he's laid up in. She cleared it of most of the garbage, so by Ghoul standards it's practically the Hilton. People aren't her thing, and no amount of trying to will herself to be more like Solomon has changed that, so she's not chipper or even concerned sounding when she steps over the threshold into the car. There's no knock as a warning because she had said the night before that she'd check on him. "I brought food," she says, turning up the camping lantern propped on the makeshift milk crate table. "Do you like soup?" |