Re: twd: spidey crew
[The shotgun lowered slowly, and she stared at the four people -- friends?, who knew if they were anymore -- in the doorway. She didn't rock on her heels, didn't falter, but maybe there were twinges of hurt in her chest as Gwen, Peter and Harry looked at her like she was a monster. She wasn't the monster; those flesh-eating fucks outside were the monsters. Maybe if they had seen what she had seen over the past couple of weeks, if they had been through what she had, things would be different. Right? She cursed again, rubbing her eyes. They all thought she was cruel and callous. This was just survival at the end of the world. And it was more like putting the man out of his misery. Putting a rabid dog to sleep.
But Flash didn't look like he judged, and Harry was still standing there, and she stepped a little closer to them. Harry earned a tentative smile because she wasn't sure where they stood and then she turned to Flash.] You're back for real. [She said softly to him, blood splattered hands touching his face like he wasn't real, and then she put the shotgun at their feet and wrapped her arms around him to squeeze him tight.] You big dummy. [She didn't focus on the horror on her friends' faces or the angered people behind her. Just the weight of Flash in her arms. Harry still standing in the doorway. Maybe they didn't think she was a monster. Maybe they would be okay with her in the way that Peter and Gwen clearly were not.]