Who: Isabel and Liz What: Isabel dreamwalks Liz Where: In Liz's dreams When: Tonight Warnings: Well it's Liz's dreams so they're probably pretty tame ;)
Isabel had found a house where she could sleep for the night. During the day when she was awake, dealing with zombies was easy. She could use her telekinesis to blast the wretched things away from her and sometimes even to pull their heads from their bodies if she was feeling especially strong. It all depended on her mood. Isabel could be quick tempered but depression was beginning to set in which was making everything including killing zombies more difficult. The only way she could sleep was if she found a house and could barricade a room well enough to ensure that zombies wouldn't be trying to eat her flesh while she was sleeping.
It had been just over a month since she had last seen Spike in Portland. Their location had been compromised by zombies and Isabel had been forced out into the daylight, out to where Spike couldn't reach her. By the time she made her way back inside the building he had vanished. And really Spike was just someone she had clung to after she had lost her brother, Michael, Kyle, Liz and Maria in LA. They had vowed to always stick together and yet what Wolfram and Hart had rained down on them had separated Isabel from her group. The best she could hope for was that they were all still together somewhere, that they hadn't been separated from each other.
Setting her backpack down on the floor she walked into the kitchen and looked through the cabinet. She found a can of chicken noodle soup and dumped it into a bowl. Holding her hand over the soup she used her power to heat the soup up before she ate it. Once she was finished eating she hefted her backpack over one shoulder and carried it into the bedroom. She threw the backpack on the bed and then held her hand up and using her telekinesis again began shoving all the furniture in the room except for the bed up against the door. No zombies were getting to her tonight.
She pulled the rubber band out of her hair, letting wavy pale strands frame her face as she rifled through her backpack and pulled out a hardback book. It said Roswell High on the front of it. Class of 2011. She flipped through it as she had done every night for awhile. She had been trying to break into Max and Michael's and Kyle's dreams but it seemed like she could never catch them when they were asleep. Liz was the smartest of the bunch and she thought if anyone would be receptive it would be her. Isabel concentrated on the picture of Liz and sent a pulse through it, her mind automatically linking with her sister-in-law's.