Lydia Stone (putalydonit) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-05-15 21:37:00 |
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All was quiet on the western front. Infected never stopped lining the fences, so that was nothing new. Every few weeks or so Lydia reported a weak point requiring reinforcement or an area where a stronger watch was necessary. It wasn’t often that the strength of the undead showed signs of wrecking the fence. She tried to remain vigilant, and did, but quiet evenings like these were when her mind would wander to thoughts that didn’t involve hungry rotting walkers. Like Analeigh’s 5th birthday tomorrow. Scrounging up exciting things for that was harder than the year before. Time hadn’t been kind to trivial objects like stuffed animals or toys, those of which that were still in good condition belonged to other kids. Lydia did what she could, including topping off her post-island plans with promises to make future birthdays better. She couldn’t quite shake off the melancholy from knowing her girls were spending precious moments here in this wasteland. Sunlight stabbed her eyes when she and Judah rounded a corner of the hotel, and she reached up to tip her sunglasses in place. The shock of light pulled her from her thoughts and refocused her on the current task. Conversation had come in snippets here and there, fading to a comfortable silence when there was nothing to say, and lively when the pair got involved in a topic. As they walked, Lydia mentally calculated how long she’d been quiet this time. Definitely a while. She slowed to a stop when they came up beside one of the patios. To the right, the wire fence swayed with each shove from the infected. It had taken Lydia a long time to grow at ease with walking so close to the fence, but the way it was made meant it wouldn’t easily cave in, just like those surrounding prisons back home. Zombies could eventually make their way through loose portions of fence, but it happened rarely these days. Constant patrols kept these weak points at bay. Lydia stretched her shoulders and turned her gaze away from inspecting the fence. “Not that I’m complaining, but it can get really fucking boring when nothing happens. Can only stare at this fence for so long before my eyes start to go funny.” It was necessary, she knew, but not her favorite activity. “Mind-numbingly boring,” she amended. “Guess it’s a good way to put the brain to sleep before bed. Not that night owls would get the same use out of it.” A half-grin was tossed Judah’s way. “Don’t know how you stay awake so late when there’s not much light to do anything.” |