Conner Reece (reece_con) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-05-21 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | day seventeen, reece |
Like Hell
Characters: Reece
Setting: His room, just after dawn
There didn't seem a point in sleeping, despite how tired he was, which meant Reece figured out just when they dropped the messages on the computers because the screen randomly started blinking. His first thought was that there wasn't a chance in hell that he was hugging anyone today. He wasn't even sure if he was leaving his room today.
The news about Susanna, that was hitting harder than he wanted to admit. He'd let that damn woman get under his skin and now she was stuck there and when he found the bottom of what was left of the whiskey bottle, he determined it wasn't enough. The buzz was a good feeling, but the bottle had come from her in the first place and Reece was second guessing all of it. No, there really wasn't a reason to leave his room. Whatever was out there, sucked.
That was a new feeling, the first he'd had since he'd arrived. There were worse places to be, yes, but this was the first time he'd started to think of this place, the facility, as one of the worst places. Popele kept dying. Or leaving. Or worse. He stared at the sun as it started to rise off to one side of the building, wondering if it was going to get better or if he was stuck here for life. The day before, life in this place wasn't bad, but now it was a different story. Now he wanted out.
Mojo's maps weren't helping either. He couldn't pronounce half the names, let alone get an idea of what they might have in store. His luck he'd wind up somewhere it snowed, looking for a beach. Somewhere just before the sun had come up, he'd gotten frustrated enough to just chuck it at the wall.
It was supposed to be getting better, but he had a sinking feeling it was just getting worse.