Noelle Verre (pasdeverre) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-06-08 10:55:00 |
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Honestly, she still wasn't sure how it had escalated so quickly. She'd seen a little girl crying for her mom or dad. It was human instinct, wasn't it? To help a kid when they were crying. At least to her it was. The little girl couldn't have been any more than six years old. When Noelle approached, she'd willingly gone to her, hoping that the "nice blond lady" would help her find her mom. She hadn't made it two steps, though, before the mom showed up. Rather than thanking her for her efforts, though, she ripped her daughter out of Noelle's arms, placed her on the floor and lunged. From the stream of Spanish curses, Noelle gathered that she was being called a bitch, and to mind her own damn business and stay away from her family. Noelle had gotten a hit or two in, but the woman was punitive, and wanted to hurt Noelle with every fiber of her being. Thank god for the other girl who'd been nearby. If not, Noelle could have been in a lot worse shape. As it was, though, they'd been dragged off to the quarantine area two days ago. Part of Noelle felt responsible—actually, almost all of her did, thanks to Will's constant insistence that it was all her fault—and she wanted to find the girl and apologize. Just in case she turned and didn't get the chance. But Will wouldn't let her. He insisted that apologizing to 'lowers' wasn't what she needed to be doing right now. "If you die, you don't want the last thing people hear to be weakness. You're a Verre. You go with dignity." And that meant, of course, that her fears also went unmentioned. If she died, she died with dignity, and without talking about how afraid she was of turning into a zombie. Now, though, he was gone (and how the hell he was getting in and out of a strict quarantine like he was, was beyond her, though she figured bribery had something to do with it), and Noelle took the time to ask around to find the girl who had potentially saved her life. Not that it took terribly long. That didn't mean that the guards were friendly. Every single person-in-charge that she asked threw a raging response at her. She'd gotten her answer, eventually, from a medic. And there she was, sitting a few feet away with her back to Noelle. Walking slowly up to the girl, Noelle pulled in a deep breath and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, got a second?" She wasn't sure what answer she'd prefer. A punch in the face or an honest conversation. |