[closed | graham & mikaela funtiemz]
WHO: Mikaela Banes & Graham Spector
WHEN: During the second wave
WHERE: Midgard 8
WHAT: ...Mikaela's infected D:
NOTES: None!
STATUS: COMPLETE
It had been a strange day, she'd been in her daze as usual; lifeless eyes skimming over the people of the town as she moved through it towards her now home. She doesn't hardly see or notice those around her, unless it's Graham or Ironhide. Her life has become routine -- work, sleep, maybe visit with the giant metal robot that currently resided in the city's junkyard.
Except today something different had happened. A townsperson had stumbled, reaching and groaning for Mikaela to steady themselves. She'd been snapped out of her reverie by a body, an exceedingly hot body that had scrabbled at her and dragged their fingernails down her bare hand, drawing blood. She'd righted them, rubbed her hand absently on her jeans, and kept going.
That had been about eight hours ago.
Now, she was in her bed, terrified out of her mind. Things were moving in her room, or so she thought, and she was running a fever higher than she'd ever run before. She was hallucinating, and determining what was real and what wasn't was impossible. She didn't want to be alone; and it had taken every ounce of strength she had to get herself up and out of bed, and out her door to find Graham. When she arrives at his door, she bangs on it twice, then...slides down the door to land in a heap, head in her hands.
WHEN: During the second wave
WHERE: Midgard 8
WHAT: ...Mikaela's infected D:
NOTES: None!
STATUS: COMPLETE
It had been a strange day, she'd been in her daze as usual; lifeless eyes skimming over the people of the town as she moved through it towards her now home. She doesn't hardly see or notice those around her, unless it's Graham or Ironhide. Her life has become routine -- work, sleep, maybe visit with the giant metal robot that currently resided in the city's junkyard.
Except today something different had happened. A townsperson had stumbled, reaching and groaning for Mikaela to steady themselves. She'd been snapped out of her reverie by a body, an exceedingly hot body that had scrabbled at her and dragged their fingernails down her bare hand, drawing blood. She'd righted them, rubbed her hand absently on her jeans, and kept going.
That had been about eight hours ago.
Now, she was in her bed, terrified out of her mind. Things were moving in her room, or so she thought, and she was running a fever higher than she'd ever run before. She was hallucinating, and determining what was real and what wasn't was impossible. She didn't want to be alone; and it had taken every ounce of strength she had to get herself up and out of bed, and out her door to find Graham. When she arrives at his door, she bangs on it twice, then...slides down the door to land in a heap, head in her hands.