Krissy (chamberskrissy) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-18 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail hobbs, krissy chambers |
Who: Krissy and Abigail
What: Sister bonding time
When: Monday night
Where: The prison
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
Staying busy was the name of the game for Krissy lately. There was always something to do, it seemed, especially with how many people were falling sick, and then with the chaos that Dimitri and Connor had each created. Sentry shifts were picked up constantly on top of her already assigned ones, but she didn't mind it. It was better this way, to stay busy and not think. Because thinking would lead to her thinking about the Ewings, and worrying about them to the point that she felt sick. Thinking would lead to thinking about Reid, and Connor, and Dimitri, and everyone else that was sick. Thinking would lead to overthinking, and she didn't want to imagine Will getting sick, too. She couldn't think about Lydia or Abigail or Allison or Molly getting sick, and so she worked. She walked Winston. She cleaned her weapons almost obsessively if she had free time, and she would check in with Lydia whenever she would show up to the prison for something relating to the work that she was doing, but there was always something. There had to be something because she refused to stop.
Seeing Bill on the net had broken that resolve, though, and it had thrown her for a loop. Bill and her father had been friends, before the zombies had taken over. He obviously hadn't known that Lee had died - hell, Krissy hadn't even known that Bill had died, either - and Krissy felt like shit for breaking those news. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, but it was still something she wasn't used to. Krissy doubted that it was one of those things that it got easier with time, but hey. According to Bill it would and, while she didn't believe it, she supposed she had to at least contemplate it for a moment.
Tonight she didn't want to, though. Not when a virus was tearing the town apart. Not when the underlying fear that kept driving her to work like a mad woman was that she would lose John Ross to the virus, or Christopher, or anyone else. Not when the sense of dread mingled with the confusion and fear throughout the prison, and it felt almost suffocating as she stared at her phone while she drank her coffee. It was like waiting for the next shoe to drop, because surely it would. That seemed to be the pattern, didn't it? She wasn't sure if she was ready for it just yet.
Then again, she didn't think she ever would be.
Standing up, she tossed out what was left of her coffee and walked along the halls of the prison. Her gun was secured in its holster, as well as the tranquilizer gun that she now kept on her at all times in the event that someone else went absolutely insane again, but there was nothing. Despite her hypervigilance there didn't seem to be anything, and she wasn't sure if that was something to be glad or worried about. Or, well, maybe it was the excess coffee talking. Krissy was pretty sure that there was black sludge running through her veins at this point from how much caffeine she had been consuming, but hey. Apparently it was never too early to start with a caffeine obsession.
Her feet guided her along the way, though, and before she knew it she was approaching Abigail's cell. As if it was by some sort of natural instinct, and honestly it wasn't that farfetched of an idea. Abigail was like a sister to her, and just seeing her was enough to make the knot in her stomach loosen. Asking how she was felt stupid when she doubted that anyone was actually okay, so instead she just moved so sit on Lorna's bed. Someone else that was sick, someone else that Krissy hoped would be okay, but she just gave Abigail her usual smile. "You up for some company?"