Penny (imanactress) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-03-23 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | penny |
Who: Penny
What: Reflecting
When: This morning
Where: The prison supply room.
Warnings: The thing about new beginnings is that they require something else to end...
Penny turned on the light in the supply room and glanced around. This was her cell away from her cell and it had been for a while now. Sometimes it was crazy busy, like insane. Sometimes it was quiet. Just like this. Once upon a time, like maybe six months to a year ago, this place was always busy. Raiders were always coming in and delivering things that needed to be stored. She remembered the Salvatore brother's bringing her cd's for herself and magazines. Oh, my God, she had so many magazines. By now her stack had gone down significantly. After she read them a million times, she just let them go and whoever grabbed them, grabbed them.
The supply room wasn't hard work. It was just enough to keep her busy and just enough so she wouldn't be bored. And she hated housework. She couldn't cook when like real food was always around, there was no way she could come up with a hundred different ways to cook spam. And growing up on a farm, she had handled a gun before, but shooting people all day and being that responsible for an entire prisons safety when she was barely responsible for herself probably wasn't the smartest idea. So it was always this. The supply room. Her little sanctuary where she felt she was more important and actually made a difference. Letting the prison know when something from their wishlist had shown up was pretty cool too. It was Christmas everyday sometimes when someone would get back something so small like freaking Q-Tips. Crazy shit.
And looking at the supply room now, she knew that Sheldon would be proud because it was organized. Don't get Penny wrong, it wasn't done over night, she didn't just magically change into some housekeeper, because everyone by now in this prison knew she wasn't, but she did the best she could. Small little items might have been shoved back behind the bigger ones, but when you walked, it looks neat and tidy. Okay, so he'd see right through it but he wouldn't. Not really. He'd never see it.
Because he was dead.
Fresh tears found her eyes but she breathed in quickly, holding that breath until the moment passed. She did this alot and her throat always hurt because of it. Because she didn't want to cry anymore but it was just all too much sometime to think about. She lost her best friend and she lost her besty within weeks of eachother and she had Robin and Dean, but even they were leaving. Adrian left. Everybody was leaving, it was insane. She saw what was going on on the net. She heard everyone talking about it and she personally got goodbye's because Penny knew everyone. It was like a gift and a curse. She couldn't shake that. Damn her bubbly personality because sometimes she wanted to scream at them all to shut the fuck up sometimes. It was always tragedy, it was always dark. Couldn't they all find some reason to be happy to be alive? All it took was one reason.
Or two.
She felt nudges against her ankles and looked down, seeing Dr. Oppenheimer and Spock at her feet. Shelly's cats. She rolled her eyes and smiled. They were so big now and she knelt down, giving their fur a good little rubbing and the Doc instantly fell on his side and demanded to be rubbed. It was all she had left of Sheldon at this point. Besides his notes and whatever he collected and the small few things from home that she kept in her room with her. But even her affection for them only went so far even if they did sleep in her bed with her. She straightened up and walked over to her desk, pulling out her phone.
Spock jumped on the desk, giving her a sassy look to which she rolled her eyes. "I guess someone doesn't want me to sneak them spam today. That's cool, you do your thing, Spock." The cat jumped off and ran off, but it was Doctor O that plopped in her lap and stayed awhile. That was okay.
Her eyes moved over the posts, reading them and she smiled. Penny heard everything that happened in this prison and even outside of it. She literally met every single survivor that had arrived at the prison because even before she was on the welcoming committee, she had a committee of her own and that one was called, the party all the time committee. Drinking passed the time. Drinking made it all go away, but when you drank, you talked and loose lips and all that. Penny had another job in Everett and that was to keep everyone informed of the comings and goings and the dirt, no matter how big or small it was. She smirked at that and looked down at the good doctor on her lap before she started pressing the keys on her phone.