Who: Sidney Prescott and Open to anyone at the prison What: Thinking, Maybe Too Much Where: Around the prison kitchen When: Sometime today Warnings: None likely but there could be a mention of Ghostface along with some repressed emotions
It was right after lunch and Sidney was wrapping up a bit of cleaning. But as she worked she was also thinking about the past, how every time she wanted to simply start over things would always go wrong. "4 rounds of Ghostface over who know how many years and when I finally escape zombies come up and ruin everything." making sure her crossbow was nearby as a just in case (along with bolts). But in the year since New York and the virus breaking Sidney also became a pro at shutting down what was left of her emotions, it had been easier to simply go numb. "Sure going numb meant it was easier to kill but now it means I'm alone. No idea if Dewey and Gale are alive or living a real life movie, no idea if anyone I knew is even out there." as she finally let a few teardrops escape.
"Can't cry in public." she hissed as she wiped away the tears with her sleeve. She then threw herself back into the cleaning, not even caring if anyone had heard that moment of weakness.