The Day After The End Of The World (for coffee_cult)
The quarters of Torchwood One are just as bleak as the rest of the institute. They are built for function and use, not for decoration. The rooms each contain two bunk beds, with a small stand on each side and a wardrobe. The floor is covered with a black, rubberized tile to prevent slippage from the occasional leaks that permeate the entire facility, the walls are cement gray. There’s not much color.
She’s been alone now for several hours. Well, she’s not really alone. Up in the civilian quarters, there’s a smattering of folk that doesn’t work for Torchwood. Sadly, there’s not that many. Her roommate is absent, a small waif of a girl that Kate didn’t even know the name of.
Her thoughts are not a good place to be, so much so that Kate’s been doing whatever she can to not dwell on them. She is a stranger here and she knows that she is absolutely alone. There are no friends here. Worse, she’s about to bring a child into a world at war. What sort of existence would Ix have? Would she be happy?
Kate catches herself dwelling on her thoughts. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. No. She should not think about those things. Comparatively, she has it remarkably better than her counterparts upon the surface. She’s alive after all.
Kate pushes up from the bottom bunk before pulling out her suitcase that she has stored underneath her bottom bunk. Most of the things have been put away. Everything else that she’s not using immediately has been stored in her suitcase to save room. After unzipping it she takes out a white top. Her sewing kit is also removed and Kate then sits back down onto the bed. A seam ripper is removed and with methodic precision, she starts ripping out the seams.
Making baby clothes seems as good a task as any to keep her mind off of her thoughts.
She’s been alone now for several hours. Well, she’s not really alone. Up in the civilian quarters, there’s a smattering of folk that doesn’t work for Torchwood. Sadly, there’s not that many. Her roommate is absent, a small waif of a girl that Kate didn’t even know the name of.
Her thoughts are not a good place to be, so much so that Kate’s been doing whatever she can to not dwell on them. She is a stranger here and she knows that she is absolutely alone. There are no friends here. Worse, she’s about to bring a child into a world at war. What sort of existence would Ix have? Would she be happy?
Kate catches herself dwelling on her thoughts. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. No. She should not think about those things. Comparatively, she has it remarkably better than her counterparts upon the surface. She’s alive after all.
Kate pushes up from the bottom bunk before pulling out her suitcase that she has stored underneath her bottom bunk. Most of the things have been put away. Everything else that she’s not using immediately has been stored in her suitcase to save room. After unzipping it she takes out a white top. Her sewing kit is also removed and Kate then sits back down onto the bed. A seam ripper is removed and with methodic precision, she starts ripping out the seams.
Making baby clothes seems as good a task as any to keep her mind off of her thoughts.