Who: Daryl and Sophia Where: Foyer and who knows from there. What: Interaction, meeting up. When: Now. Rating: High, both are mouthy. Notes: Nah. Open: Maggie is more then welcome to hop in. Status: In progress
Sophia wasn’t sure what was going on, Maggie didn’t know her, Daryl mentioned she was dead, but Sophia was alive and well, what was wrong with them? As soon as he told her where to come to, she grabbed her raggedy old cap, placed it on her head, ponytail thread through the back hole and was out the door.
As she walked through the huge house, Sophia felt like all of this wasn’t real. She had never been in something this big and well, fancy. She was a country girl and when Zombie took over the world, places like this were ran down and deserted.
Running down the steps, she paused before hitting the last one, since she was staring at the man she met when she was little, more then ten years ago. “No way,” she remarked, offering a sad smile. “When you get so young again?” she asked as she hopped off the last step and moved closer to him. “See, it’s me, in person, I didn’t die.”