All our times have come here but now they're gone Who: Tracy and Michonne When: Sunday, 7/20, evening Where: Sonheim Square, and then around town What: Tracy's an awesome hider, but Michonne is a better finder
When finding yourself in a creepy hell-town bent on killing you, it's easier than you think to overlook boredom as a major issue. But as Tracy approached her two-monthaversary of her arrival in Marrowood, she'd found that it definitely, definitely was.
Because, it turned out, around week six of constant boredom? You start doubting that the town is actively trying to kill you. After all, you've survived this long, right? You'd managed to come to an understanding with the ghost in your bathroom (and it was nice, sometimes, to wake up in the morning and find your toothbrush pre-pasted), you hadn't yet run into Bigfoot, and none of the fellow residents wanted to kill you. What could possibly go wrong from taking a walk around town at dusk?
Goblins, Tracy had found out. Angry, hungry, sharp-teethed goblins could go wrong.
So, yes. Maybe she was a little embarassed that she'd been reduced to hiding out alone, but that feeling was definitely overwhelmed by the relief that she'd managed to find the tiny enclave behind the creep-o monument in Sonheim Square. No wandering monsters had found her so far, at least. She could probably last til morning, right?