Who: Tish and OTA What: Eating Cheerios in the complex’s kitchen while contemplating the fate of mankind Where: The complex’s kitchen When: Early in the night
Tish hadn’t really left her mark on her room just yet. She’d invested in a warm blanket and some jeans and a t-shirt from a consignment store, but that was about it. You need money to buy things. She’d come to Lawrence with only the clothes on her back which was something that annoyed her greatly. Sure, she had some spare change when she arrived, but since that was basically just a drop in the bucket she’d given it to some lady ringing a bell for the Salvation Army. She’d bought the clothing and blanket with money that was given to her as a sort of starter package. Even though the whole situation sucked, she was very appreciative of those who had helped her out.
Tonight she found herself sitting in the complex’s kitchen with a bowl of Cheerios in front of her. She hadn’t had much to eat since her arrival and there was something comforting about the crunchy cereal. A sandwich, much like the ones from the shop she’d worked in, would have been better, but Tish figured she wasn’t in a position to complain about the lot she’d been handed.
With a little wiggle, Tish slid her feet out of her shoes and propped them up on an empty chair. It was kind of nice to be able to relax even if there was an impending Apocalypse. That was something she still couldn’t wrap her mind around. She imagined that she should feel sad and afraid, but it hadn’t quite hit her just yet. What would happen when it did hit her? She would probably freak out, she’d decided. And then some. Until then, though, she’d sit contentedly, just her and her Cheerios.