So being alive? Was pretty awesome. Aside from the fact that apparently she was alive in the apocalypse and everyone was being really weird and she’d finished off all the ice cream in the house last night when she’d started thinking about Brady. Hey, some people drank, and some people reached for the Ben and Jerry’s. Ava wasn’t ashamed to be part of the latter group.
She wasn’t ashamed of anything at all right now, actually, because why the hell should she be? Everything she’d done, all the things people were all offended by, were important. Self-defense, and personal growth, and all that. She was proud of herself - she’d overcome ridiculous odds! When she’d started out, she’d only been having visions, and she’d had to work her way to the top the hard way, blood on her hands and everything and it was gross, and she’d stopped as soon as she’d gotten stronger. And she’d gotten a lot stronger. And more awesome.
So, no more ice cream, was the issue, and she’d left a note on the counter in case Jen or her elf-friend wondered where she was or why there was no ice cream, and headed off to the store to get some, because she had a feeling not having ice cream around was going to be a problem, even if she didn’t need it. Which she kind of did.
The store wasn’t very full - even the shelves seemed a little bare, which was weird, but maybe they just hadn’t re-stocked recently, and it didn’t really matter because the best kinds of ice cream were still there, so she didn’t bother worrying about it very much. Or at all. And she would have just carried on about her way and gone home with her ice cream, except she kind of wanted to get some pretzels, and as she was heading that way she passed another aisle where a too-familiar face was contemplating the toilet paper, and she froze, a combined feeling of rage and panic sending cold shocks down her spine (through her neck, so it had to be all in her head, because that didn’t actually make sense, did it?).
“You,” she snarled, and she automatically reached out for the demons she could feel in the area, tugging sharply, drawing them in.