A week and a half since the city decided it wanted to become the kind of place she remembered. Just... turn into it, for a night, no cordyceps to blame. Not even one of the various other cataclysms she'd heard about. Just because they could.
The crazier part was that everything had just come right. The second siren had sounded; everyone had gone back to more or less normal, it was just that now she knew that there were people here who would turn that way if given the chance.
But then, she'd always known that. She wasn't quite in the same category, but there were things she'd do if pushed. She'd known that already, too. But knowing wasn't the same as doing. But you did what you had to. Endure and survive, always, fucking endure and survive.
And now she was staring at a message on her phone that also seemed threatening, or at least ominous. She'd been here for years. People didn't do in person for minor stuff. Hell, she didn't.
Well, last week she'd killed people, again, so whatever. She'd deal. I'll come over.
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Date: 2017-11-14 09:44 pm (UTC)The crazier part was that everything had just come right. The second siren had sounded; everyone had gone back to more or less normal, it was just that now she knew that there were people here who would turn that way if given the chance.
But then, she'd always known that. She wasn't quite in the same category, but there were things she'd do if pushed. She'd known that already, too. But knowing wasn't the same as doing. But you did what you had to. Endure and survive, always, fucking endure and survive.
And now she was staring at a message on her phone that also seemed threatening, or at least ominous. She'd been here for years. People didn't do in person for minor stuff. Hell, she didn't.
Well, last week she'd killed people, again, so whatever. She'd deal. I'll come over.