Rogue (cannottouch) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-15 21:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | heather miller, marie/rogue |
Who: Rogue, Heather and Leatherface
What: She needs out after her dreams
When: Today noonish
Where: Outside of the prison, wilderness
Warnings: Leatherface
Rogue needed to get out of the prison. Her efforts to keep herself from dreaming had completely backfired that night and the feeling of helplessly drowning stubbornly clung to her. She couldn’t handle that on top of the feeling of helplessness and worry that nearly everyone else projected. There was nowhere she could go within the prison to escape it. She needed out and she needed out now before she screamed and cried in frustration. Luckily, Isabel had been in their cell when she’d come in from grabbing lunch at the cafeteria. When Rogue casually mentioned wanting to spend some time on her own outside, Isabel had taken the hint and readily agreed to be her buddy. Apparently, she wasn’t a big fan of the buddy system either and had no qualms of taking advantage of signing out together only to go their separate ways once outside.
It was perfect and Rogue refused to feel guilty about it. She carried enough guilt around as it was and she refused to feel bad about this, not when she needed space. She knew she could have called Logan but as protective as he was, she wouldn’t have gotten the space she needed from him, not with bags under her eyes and the look of exhaustion on her face. She wasn’t really in the mood to talk. She just wanted to breathe and be alone. With each step she took, her body felt lighter and her mind slowly cleared. See? She knew exactly what she needed. The dreams may have really piled up, more than what she was used to, but all in all it wasn’t anything new. Touching Kurt had merely brought that part of her mutation to the forefront, but she was confident that with time they would peter out and she’d sporadically dream memories like she usually did. She just needed to be patient and probably try to get some rest instead of stubbornly fighting a losing battle.
She let out a deep breath. Yes, she was feeling much better. Better enough to go back to the prison? Probably but she kinda liked the freedom of being outside and wanted to take advantage of it now that she could properly enjoy the scenery. Rogue grinned when she spotted a tree filled with apples not too far away. She’d meant to go apple picking earlier while they were still in season and she may not have had a bag with her but her coat had deep pockets and she could take a few back and share them with her friends. She quickly reached the tree and she moved to stand on her tip toes to pick the ones on the bottom branches when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Great, just what she needed. Zombies. Rogue sighed and turned around, her hand reaching for her gun in its holster. She had been prepared to see a zombie not some damn psychopath with, was that a chainsaw? Seconds later the thing started up and yep, definitely a chainsaw.
She didn’t even really have a chance to react before he ran at her. Rogue couldn’t help the scream of terror as she ran from him. What in the actual fuck? Was this punishment for daring to go out alone?