✖ anxiety attack: 003 ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

Breakfast's ready!

[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate

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house

[notsaul]

Don't care.

[Hey guess who is under a blanket on the couch in the living room watching cartoons and has been doing so for days now.

This girl.]

House

[notlikethemovie]

Annie, you've gotta eat sometime, and you're hogging my sleeping spot.

[Not that she's really sleeping there right now, but that's beside the point. She will leave her not!daughter offerings of fresh meat anyway whether she likes it or not. Mika is going to take an educated guess as to the source of the problem.]

I know him blabbing your secret was a jerk move, but it's already been said and there's not much we can do about it now aside from fortify the house. If you want, I can see if anyone's willing to help zombie-proof this place.

[notsaul]

Zombies aren't the fucking problem! [HER BEST FRIEND IS A ZOMBIE] It's fucking Nazi robots and fucking bald-ass alien-fuckers and me dying a horrible fucking death again and again and again! That is the fucking problem!

[notlikethemovie]

Calm your tits already!

[The plate is getting plonked onto the coffee table as hard as it can be without breaking.]

You think I don't know what could possibly be trapped in this town with us? I've already been in one holocaust reject town! Sulking won't save you from any of those, will it? Eat or you won't even have the energy to rip their faces off. We'll figure out something!

[notsaul]

Easy for you to fucking say, isn't it! You're not the one who's gonna have their organs fail or bleed out their eyes or have fucking seizures, now, are you?

[and yet her hand reaches out to quickly bring some of the meat under the blanket]

[notlikethemovie]

No, I'll just have to deal with people breaking into my house and attacking my pack. How the hell do you think I'll take that?

[Her growls and snarls aren't nearly as effective since she can't vocalize them properly, but the rage is still there, seething beneath the surface.]

You think I'm going to take that bullshit lying down in my own house? This might not be home but like hell am I putting up with that here. Not when I can actually do something about it this time!