Who: Isaac and open What: Isaac is back from the raid and realizes something When: Today Where: Around the garage Warnings: none
The raid trip went pretty well but Isaac was happy to be back in the prison. At first he'd wanted to switch his raid trip with Ellis to go with everyone else in his pack...but after everything that happened going by himself with a bunch of strangers didn't seem like such a horrible thing. They weren't all strangers to him anymore, either. Spike had saved his ass when he'd been dazing off and let a zombie sneak up behind him. In his defense the entire place smelled like death and he thought the shuffling he heard was one of the team members walking around behind him...he just spaced and it almost got him bit. Thank God for heroic strangers.
Now he was back in the prison and thinking about how Erica and Boyd had showed up. He got them stuff while he was out, of course and was excited to hand over the presents that weighed down the bag slung over his shoulder. His fellow betas never saw that dark side of him from the Dick incident and he wasn't going to go moping about it or telling them in front of them. Their appearance gave him a breath of fresh air, a renewed sense of purpose and life. It solidified his need to toughen up and back away from the states of mind and in some cases people that allowed him to get in that situation in the first place. As far as Lahey was concerned, pack came first from here on out. Bitten pack especially. He lost them once it felt horrible to be without them like pieces of his family were missing, he wasn't going to let it happen again. They were going to stick together this time.
Standing just outside of the garage he flipped open his phone and quirked a brow at the date. "September 22" he breathed out on a sigh. The corner of his lip twitched up for the slightest second. He had his life saved on his birthday, well thanks for the present, Spike. Birthdays were never overstated events for Isaac, not like Lydia's. He didn't throw parties or have a bunch of people over. In fact he never told anyone because it just didn't seem important. He'd never told his pack or his friends when his birthday was and they'd never asked, birthdays were just something that tended to get overlooked when you were fighting for your life every year.
He sighed and leaned against the wall, gaze fixed on the phone and the date as he thought about what it would mean next year when he turned 20. This year he was only 19, which wasn't any kind of benchmark year, but soon he wouldn't be a teenager anymore. Weird. It didn't even occur to him that every year was a benchmark in the world they lived in now.