Abigail Hobbs (abigailhobbs) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-03-15 16:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail hobbs, connor, nathan harris |
Who: Abigail, Nathan and Connor
What: Connor crashes a private picnic
When: Friday
Where: Cabin by the lake
Warnings: It probably won't be pretty
Everything was about to change. Abigail could feel it in the air around Everett and inside the prison. It was like that moment before the storm when all the animals in the forest went scurrying for cover. People were making plans to leave town either on their own on in groups and she wasn't entirely certain where any of them would end up. In spite of all of the problems and the terrible things that had happened she'd actually come to see the prison as her home. She felt safer behind its walls than she had in her own home. It was hard to think about leaving. She decided to ignore it for a little while longer.
Nathan had messaged her about getting out for a little while and Abigail jumped at the chance. After pulling on a pretty Irish knit cream colored sweater, she brushed her hair until it was glossy and tied it off with a red ribbon. Afterwards she grabbed a canvas tote and filled it with goodies including a bottle of wine. She knew it had to be good, she'd borrowed it from Hannibal's cell, leaving him a note with a smiley face and the assurance that she would drink responsibly. By the time she got to the gate she was already feeling lighter than she had in days. She signed out with sentry and waited just inside the gate for Nathan to arrive. When he did she smiled and waved at sentry for opening the gate.
Abigail always felt safe with Nathan, even back when she knew she wasn't entirely. But since the bite he'd changed. He trusted himself more and Abigail couldn't stop smiling at how much happier he was. They drove out to the fishing cabin on the lake in comfortable silence. When they arrived Nathan hopped out of the Jeep and opened the passenger's side door, taking Abigail's bag with one hand and threading his fingers through hers with the other. The cabin was always stocked pretty well with firewood, matches and other basics so it didn't take long before they had a fire going in the fireplace and a thick blanket spread out on the floor surrounded by pillows. She stretched out and propped her head up on her hand. "This was a brilliant idea."