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all_inclusive2013-10-03 08:02 pm
ogunquit_girl) wrote in all_inclusive2013-10-03 08:02 pm
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Frannie wasn't sure how long she stood in her bedroom with the door handle in her hand. All she knew was that her jaw ached from holding it open for so long.
She also knew that she was standing in her bedroom. Her old one, in Ogunquit, with the same posters and trophies it had held since she left for college years ago. A lifetime ago. Before the end of the world.
Eventually, when her brain processed what she was seeing, she started thinking. As much as she wanted to rush out into the house, and into...into the garden...she was afraid of what she'd see there, too. Afraid she'd see her father, alive but sick. Afraid she'd see his grave.
Afraid she'd see that it had been disturbed somehow.
Afraid that if the door she still held closed, she'd be stuck here in her old house alone again. Alone in Maine with everyone she knew on the other side of the country. Alone in the world.
Once the first tremors of fear passed her, she realized something else. She was standing in a world that had been toxic to 99% of it's residents....and she held the door open, spilling that air into the hotel.
Before that thought even finished forming, Frannie stepped back into Nexus and slammed the door as hard as she could and pressed her back against it.
"Anyone got a hammer? Some nails maybe?" she called out to anyone that could hear her voice.
She also knew that she was standing in her bedroom. Her old one, in Ogunquit, with the same posters and trophies it had held since she left for college years ago. A lifetime ago. Before the end of the world.
Eventually, when her brain processed what she was seeing, she started thinking. As much as she wanted to rush out into the house, and into...into the garden...she was afraid of what she'd see there, too. Afraid she'd see her father, alive but sick. Afraid she'd see his grave.
Afraid she'd see that it had been disturbed somehow.
Afraid that if the door she still held closed, she'd be stuck here in her old house alone again. Alone in Maine with everyone she knew on the other side of the country. Alone in the world.
Once the first tremors of fear passed her, she realized something else. She was standing in a world that had been toxic to 99% of it's residents....and she held the door open, spilling that air into the hotel.
Before that thought even finished forming, Frannie stepped back into Nexus and slammed the door as hard as she could and pressed her back against it.
"Anyone got a hammer? Some nails maybe?" she called out to anyone that could hear her voice.
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"It's my understanding that pregnant ladies are crazy for a reason and you're supposed to respect that," Raleigh teases, flashing her a smile.
"So I'm not gonna refer to you as anything but your name."
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"I understand. Nobody has a set way of handling the end of the world," he says. Maybe he doesn't know anything about plagues but he knows a lot about the apocalypse and people handle it all differently.
"Why don't I handle this door and then we go get something to eat? Sound like a plan?"
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She looked down at the shirt and top. "Let me go change out of this? I don't think the virus can live on clothes, but after everything else, I'd really rather not try a stint as typhoid Mary."
What could she say? Gallows humor had been all the humor the'd had for a long time.
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He wants to make sure everyone in the hotel is safe, if he can, and he suspects that's a holdover from being a jaeger pilot. Sure, the attention had been nice and he'd gotten cocky about it but deep down it'd been because he liked helping people and liked making people feel safe. That's what it'd all been about.