Carly Van Holt (plantvision) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-06-20 07:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | carly, cassidy |
WHO: Carly and Cass
WHERE: Firehouse
WHEN: [forward-dated] June 24, 2015; dawn
WHAT: Post-island talks, checking out the roof for a mini greenhouse plot.
Four days had passed since the hotel went up in flames. Carly had taken shelter with Sydney in the firehouse to wait it out while the team tried to put out the inferno. But what started as a temporary stay, was turning into something more permanent. The hotel was no more. At least everyone she loved escaped relatively unscathed. Cass came to stay with her rather than the other Stones (which Carly was still trying to hint that it was perfectly fine if the woman wanted to be with her family instead). Logan wasn’t with them, though. Whoever was in charge of the firehouse, someone who had been staying here long before the fire happened, had turned her away due to overcrowding. Her cousin could take care of herself, though, and was safely hidden away from the infected in the old hunting lodge out in the jungle. The roof of the firehouse became a popular hangout for those who wanted fresh air but didn’t want to wander among the infected. Thus far they didn’t get too many zombie visitors in this part of the jungle. Many, she heard, flocked to the hotel, drawn to the tall flames. Now they awoke to, at most, a handful each morning. Easy to dispatch and keep the doors clear. She walked up the now familiar pathway of steps to the roof, pushing the door open and squinting her eyes to adjust to the brighter lighting. It was rather dim inside the building. Too many broken lights they had yet to find replacement bulbs for. She didn’t mind it, though. Bright lights attracted infected. Still, the lack of proper lighting made sunrises that much more beautiful. Carly’s lips curved upwards when she spotted Cass standing with her back to her. She wound her way around the chairs and various other bits of furniture people brought up to make the roof a more comfortable hangout place. Two men and another woman occupied the opposite side, chatting quietly and drinking cups of what might have been coffee or tea. She approached Cass quietly, not purposely sneaking, but her girlfriend didn’t turn around. Her smile widened once she was close enough to wrap her arms around Cass, one across her waist and one across her shoulders. “You didn’t wake me to say good morning,” she said, pushing some teasing accusation into her voice. |