Who: Carol Peletier (narrative) What: Finding Erin missing, and contemplating everything that's been happening. Where: Her cell. When: Saturday morning. Warnings: None. Status: Complete.
Erin was gone.
Carol had woke to find her roommate's stuff gone, completely cleared out and her bed made. She wished that the young woman would have made some noise, enough to wake her up. Maybe Carol could have talked her out of leaving the prison. She did have some peace of mind that she'd left of her own volition, though, considering the Leviathans would likely have killed her as well, and there was no reason for them to take her things. Still, after having seen Sophia earlier that week -- though she hadn't said anything to anyone about it (because at first she'd thought she was losing her mind, and then when she realized what had happened, Val -- or whatever her name really was, had been gone), she was on edge and jumpy.
It had been a terrible month. The death toll was steadily climbing, people losing their loved ones right and left. Vera and Colleen, so many others missing. It was all she could do not to lose herself in the grief. Every day she felt the crushing memory of losing her daughter to the undead wandering around outside. The undead who right now seemed like the least of all their worries. She couldn't help but wonder if things were ever going to get better for any of them. Finding the prison had seemed like a blessing, and now it just felt like a nightmare. Not that it was any of their faults, of course. Well, except for Dick and his little friends. This was definitely their fault.
Carol sat down on Erin's bed, smoothing the covers gently with one hand. Then she shut her eyes, allowing the grief and worry to temporarily take over once more. She had a shift in the kitchen later, and people she needed to talk to and check on, but she had some time. And sometimes a person just needed to cry. Slipping off her shoes, she laid down on the bed, burying her face into the pillow and letting the tears begin to fall.