Deb Geller (hellobargreed) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-03-09 04:51:00 |
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Day One had been easy, by the time everyone had been checked over and moved to their new quarantine location, she had been exhausted and had all but passed out as soon as she'd sat down on her temporary bed. Day Two had been full of realizing entirely too many people share cared about were locked up in here with her. And then the realization that any one of them, or more even, could turn and replay the chaos that had taken place. Would they be forced to stay even longer then? Like some sort of groundhog day where they just had to keep relieving the attack and being quarantined until there was no one left? Needless to say she hadn't slept very well that night. It seemed like it was too quiet and too noisy all at the same time. Every noise was wrong and echoed, bouncing off the walls and mocking her as she tossed and turned aimlessly. She'd managed to doze off at some point though, just long enough to put a slight kink in her and little else. Starting Day Three off with a serious bang. Which was actually true, since what had snapped her out of her tentative sleep had been the sound of someone slamming something, which was about as far as she'd worked out the mystery. Which was a far departure from her usual wake up of Lily either bounding in to bounce on Travis' head, or the two of them slipping back into the main area of the RV and deciding breakfast was a perfect time to practice their duets. She missed hearing the two of them butcher poor Disney songs over cereal. Deb just missed being home though, which was so much more then the comfort of the RV. It was about being curled up with Travis in bed, about sitting across from the table from Lily as she bounced around in her seat and tried to sneak Booga part of her meal. She just wanted to see her kid at all, right now. Three days was the longest she had ever been away from her, and all she could keep thinking was what if it's forever. It was the last thing she wanted to think about, yet it seemed to be all that was on her mind. Especially as the gashes along her left arm throbbed and itched. It wasn't fair, they had a plan. They were suppose to make it out of this and move to the states for a couple years. It'd been the first time she had ever really made plans for her future, had ever considered that she could actually be more then a bartender working with the constant reminder that her paternal family wanted nothing to do with her. Now she wasn't going to get any of that, and worst yet, she was going to abandon Lily. Oh god, what was going to happen to Lily when she turned into one of the walking fucking dead? Could she ask Travis to take care of her? Was that fair? Could she expect her boyfriend to raise her eight-year-old after she died? Taking care of a kid that wasn't even his hardly seemed fair, even if he loved her too. It was too warm in here, her breath coming out in quiet little pants. There was no where to go, they couldn't leave the lab, but Deb needed to not be in this room and alone. Being alone was doing nothing but giving her thoughts full permission to spiral out of control. How could she be out of breath when she hadn't even moved? As early as it was, it seemed entirely likely that Kendall would still be in bed. Despite whatever weirdness might still linger between them, she needed to talk to the other woman. Her feet moved on autopilot, rapping her knuckles against the wall. It was hard to catch her breath, and she leaned against the wall. |