allison young has trust issues with her toaster (![]() ![]() @ 2010-01-22 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | alison young |
Who: Alison Young
What: Bad news
When: Today, afternoon
Where: Welcome Center
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Alison had vague distant memories of the woman she had once called Mom. Fleeting things that came to her in the middle of nights, during patrols with her eyes carefully looking for the machines. In the middle of a conversation, during those few and precious moments through her life that she could actually call her own. Growing up smack dab in an Apocalypse didn't give you much time to think, even less when you took up arms and joined the Resistance. And it wasn't like she was the kind to dwell even when she did have time. Others had lost more than her. Others had it worse than she did. She was alive and she had her pseudo family with her fellow soldiers, she had good friends, she had a life despite the constant threat of the machines and the constant loss that lingered in her life. But that didn't mean she never wondered about Claire. And it didn't stop those vague distant memories from tugging at her. The sound of Chopin, a smell she couldn't quite put her finger on but would hit her from time to time, a general sense of warmth and love she hadn't known since, the feeling of being safe. Memories were all she had though, what was gone was gone and there was no way to get it back. Not until John Connor handed down a mission to return to the past. Suddenly there was a very real opportunity in front of her, a chance to get back some of things that had been stolen from her. Of course it was one she knew she couldn't take. Aside from a few afternoons of parking her truck a block down and watching Claire Young as she carried her young daughter into the house. But that wasn't her life. Her life had been a war and fighting and Claire deserved a clean start, a second chance she would never known she had gotten. If the mission was successful, if they stopped Judgment Day that Claire and that Alison would live their lives out peacefully and never have to know the hell that she had. The zombie outbreak changed all that though. Suddenly the enemy wasn't Skynet, the enemy was a rapidly spreading virus that they had no contingency plan to stop. And the only thing Alison could think of was rescuing her family, of saving them. It had never happened though. She had been too far away to find them, things turned rapidly out of her control and the idea of saving her Mom, of saving her younger self slipped through her fingers. And then she found herself in the Safe Zone and she knew any chance was gone. Even if she left she hadn't the first idea where to begin looking, if Claire was even still out there. She didn't give up hope though. With every new group that was brought she would scan the names, look for anyone from Los Angeles, anyone that could possibly know anything. And today was no exception. As she ended her patrol and heard someone was bringing in a group from out west she headed over to the Welcome Center where the arrivals were being processed. A quick conversation with one of the guys who was familiar with her gave her even better than Los Angeles, pointed out a woman in her mid thirties who had indicated she was originally from Palmdale. Alison approached the woman and found it weird that she was actually nervous, a pit in her stomach and the oddest feeling that either way she would know at the end of the conversation. "Excuse me," she asked as moved to the woman. "You're from Palmdale?" The woman nodded slightly, looking a little irritated at the whole arrival process but unharmed mostly. "Yeah, lived in the area most my life, you?" Alison nodded a little. "I was, lived there for a few years. My aunt lived there though, I was hoping maybe you knew what happened to her." "What was her name?" the woman asked. "Claire," Alison replied. "Claire Young." The woman shook her head, a small frown crossing her features. "Oh I'm sorry dear, Claire didn't make it. A few weeks back on our way here," the woman explained. It wasn't like she had ever expected to find Claire alive but somehow the finality of the words hit her like a ton of bricks. She struggled to remember how to breath for a moment as the woman continued. "Such a nice girl too, but I think in the end she was ready for it, poor thing, to outlive your child." "Her... her daughter?" Alison asked only then refocusing on the woman in front of her. "Yes.. Alison I believe," the woman told her. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you better news." Alison shook her head a little. "No.. it's... it's not your fault," she managed to get out and turned to walk away, breaking out into a sprint as she reached the entrance and bolted out into the street. |