Kaitlyn Fairchild (witchyeyes) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-03-23 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !storm of the century, claire bennet, gabriel wolfe, kaitlyn fairchild |
Who: Kaitlyn, Gabriel and Claire
What: getting blown into town by the blizzard and landing at the inn
When: Sunday late afternoon/early evening
Where: the Inn in Everett
Warnings: No
For a couple of psychics, Kaitlyn and Gabriel weren't very good at predicting things. Kait had powers for her entire life but it had been in the last couple years that she had really tried to hone her powers. Her drawings were fucking ridiculous and she still hated them. That cramp, that burn and itch and tingle that would start in her wrist and travel all the way down to her pinky finger. It wouldn't stop until she had some sort of writing utensil in her hand and a pad of paper to draw on. Kind of like last night when she had drawn that picture of an unfamiliar building with the light on over a door she didn't recognize. It had been snowing in the picture but the snow hadn't seemed to be the focal point.
They were traveling through Canada and northern Washington state so snow even in March was not exactly out of the ordinary. Neither Kaitlyn or Gabriel had given it much thought when she had shown him the drawing. By then they had come to expect them. The drawing was a sign that something was coming but it was impossible to predict what. So then they just had Kaitlyn's feelings to rely on. She couldn't explain them, they just happened. And whenever she got a feeling about something she and Gabriel had both learned to listen to it.
There was no feeling about the storm until little balls of ice were blowing into her hair. It was a bad day for it. Their car had broken down about a quarter mile north of Everett and they had been traveling on foot. They needed to find a truck and a boat. Correction. Kait wanted to find a truck and a boat and make it back out to the island to find her friends. It had been over a year since they had seen anyone familiar except for Jackal Mac and Frost. And those two were not exactly welcome company. They haunted Gabriel and Kait all the way to Ohio where Kaitlyn had to shoot her own father in the head because he was a zombie. Dead was better than walking dead. Kaitlyn had seen enough to know that.
Gabriel wasn't so keen on traveling back to the island, thinking it was just a zombie trap. There were plenty of people on the island and if they were all zombies now? There would be nowhere to run to. Gabriel's power worked but when he connected his mind to a zombies and drained it's energy it wasn't life energy. It wasn't the energy that he took from Kaitlyn to help him when he was weak. It was pure dead energy and it was taking a toll on Gabriel. He had promised Kaitlyn that he wouldn't do it anymore but it never failed. The instant a zombie got within reaching distance of Kaitlyn he would drain it's dead energy until it fell to the floor and stopped moving.
The zombies were the least of their worries at the moment. Kaitlyn's flame red hair was whipping around in the brutal winds and she really wished she had taken her hat out of the car. She had forgotten it on the passenger seat when they had abandoned the dead car. She clung to Gabriel as the two of them stumbled blindly through town, past broken and abandoned buildings. It was the same old thing everywhere they had been. Towns filled with looted and abandoned buildings, graffiti spraypainted all over them. God is dead. Some of them had said. The dead are rising! Some of them were more terrible. Things like Trudy, We found Mom. She was one of them. Now Dad's dead too.
"Gabriel!" she shouted over the wind and snow. A strange electric energy was in the air, a side effect of the storm. She felt it in her bones as she lifted her head and spotted that same building and the same door from her drawing. "We need shelter! We might as well find out what's in there!"