Kat Warbler (sharkswithguns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-05-07 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | kat warbler, simon tam |
Who: AU!Kat & Simon
What: Waking up. Confusion. Etc.
Where: Simon's place!
When: Wednesday morning! (Forward-dated!)
Why: Because. Of. Reasons.
Rating: Moderate because zombies and swearing and this is Kat so who knows.
Other: No.
When Kat woke up, it was slower than usual. She had gotten used to waking up to the shouts of her rapidly-dwindling group of friends, warnings that they’d seen something shambling this way, pack up camp and let’s move or get the guns, incoming, to the spike of adrenaline being what got her moving. The slow peaceful waking up was new, and she sighed and burrowed deeper into the warmth around her.
Her first thought was that she was still dreaming. She had to be - she was far too comfortable for this to be reality. She was on a proper mattress, with pillows and blankets that actually smelled clean, and she was curled up next to someone, which... okay, that part was a little weird, but she could hear breathing, steady breathing, no gasping useless attempts at sucking air in through a broken set of pipes, and that meant it was probably not an undead freak who has his arms around her, so, fine. Whatever. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss the human companionship thing once in a while, anyway. It was too weird, now. With the group all there, and there only being like ten people left alive (well no, not only ten, but only about that many in her group, and most groups hardly got along, so it wasn’t like she could just go pick up some random stranger, anymore). So, yeah, not so bad.
She could deal with this dream. It was kind of a nice one. And she felt rested, like she’d actually slept more than three or four hours. That almost never happened, anymore, they were on a rotating watch schedule, and she took her turns just like everyone else. Two shifts a night, six nights a week, and if you were lucky you’d be tired enough to sleep through the nightmares. So, feeling like she’d really slept was... amazing. Seriously.
Except, she was growing more aware of things, the more she woke up. Things like the way her skin felt grimy, like it usually did, showers too hard to find, bathing in cold water never really doing the trick - it felt weird and wrong against the clean bedding. That wasn’t a dream type of sensation. Neither was the uncomfortable bite of the barrel of her shotgun tucked into her elbow, under the ridiculous pillow she never wanted to lift her head from. Reluctantly, Kat opened her eyes, sitting up slowly to avoid waking whoever was beside her. She didn’t recognize him.
Okay, so the odds of waking up in a stranger’s really soft and comfy bed and it not being a dangerous and/or bad thing? Pretty low, she was guessing. Damn it. She hated when her good dreams turned into pretty bad versions of reality that didn’t make any sense. Not that it happened often; she didn’t usually have good dreams in the first place.
The shotgun was drawn slowly from under the pillow, and pointed loosely in his direction. Just in case.
“Hey.” Her voice was sharp and harsh, in the quiet of the room, the softness of the morning light, and she had never felt more like she didn’t belong somewhere. It helped, jarring her out of the haze of wanting to crawl back into the bed and ignore the weirdness - she pushed herself out of the glorious blanket nest and stood up, pointing the gun more accurately, voice a little louder, all brash confidence and a layer of cranky she didn’t even have to fake, because really, why did this have to be so weird?
“Hey, dude. Wake up. You have some explaining to do.”