Who: Carla and Kennedy What: Carla goes to help with sentry on the raid and forgets that her ex is on duty oops Where: Camp, Monroe WA When: Tonight Warnings: Probably no but I will update if necessary
Carla was happy to stretch her legs and get out of the prison for a little while. The last time she had left the prison it was with Gunn and the two of them had found a beat up Darcy stumbling along the road. Needless to say, that little trip had been cut necessarily short so they could get Darcy safely back to the prison and cleaned up in the infirmary. Carla hadn't checked on the girl at all but she didn't really know her and she had never really been the warm and fuzzy type. Carla liked to keep moving forward anyway. There was no use in looking back at the past, dwelling on it. That was just the kind of crap that would make you miserable.
The first day of the raid had been really successful. Monroe had been picked over a little, Carla gathered that there were probably pockets of people who lived here. It was nothing compared to Everett though. You couldn't walk down Main Street without looking into all those stores and buildings and seeing them torn apart and most of the merchandise missing. They simply had too many people in a place that wasn't producing anything new. They were loading up the trucks in no time, clothes and food and even entertainment. Carla had even managed to find a copy of The Breakfast Club which was her secret favorite movie. Secret because it was sappy as hell and she didn't want anyone to know that she could be sappy sometimes.
The possible existence of others made Carla nervous. The cop in her wouldn't rest. She was sharing a tent with Natasha, Shannon and Mercy and none of those hotties were anything to sneeze at. Normally she would be all about a tent full of hot girls but she was restless. Some of the stores had been picked over a little and it made Carla nervous that there were others in town and that they might not be so happy that the people from Everett were raiding in their city. Carla always slept with her glock under her pillow, it was her own personal security blanket. Tonight it wasn't making her feel secure though. She was worried that at any minute she would look up at the tent flap and see someone with a machine gun pointed at her face. She knew that there were sentry guards posted around but Carla had a hard time trusting someone else to watch her back. She had been watching her own for far too long.
She got up quietly as to not disturb the other women and walked outside. The night July air was humid and Carla could already feel little beads of sweat collecting on the back of her neck right at her hairline. She pulled her thick black hair into a ponytail and tucked her shirt in. She wasn't going to be scaring anyone off in her pajamas. The heat still clung to her as she walked to the front of the trucks and pulled a double barreled shotgun out of the back. Now that might scare someone. She smirked as she started loading shells into it. When she was finished she climbed up onto the top of the truck and observed the perimeter. In doing so, she also observed the petite slayer standing at the front of the truck, also keeping an eye on things.
"Shit," Carla muttered under her breath. Maybe if she stayed at the back of the truck Kennedy wouldn't see her.