Linda Carter (the_nightnurse) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-09-01 01:43:00 |
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Who: Linda Carter. (narrative)
What: Time out.
When: Saturday morning.
Where: Her cell.
Warnings: None
It never ended.
Nobody had expected things to get easier, but even so the month had been brutal on everyone, the rising number of deceased and constant attacks taking their toll on even those with truly thick skin.
Linda was not as soft as she used to. Even before everything went down, she had grown, she had taught herself to be stronger. But sometimes, things like these happened and she had to wonder how long could they could hold on - how long she could hold on.
Five minutes. Whenever she had these doubts she gave herself five minutes alone. Five minutes to let the tears flow and wish for the good old days. Five minutes to miss her loved ones.
Afterwards, she washed her face, took a deep breath and made her way out, ready to face a new day.