Room 502, Saturday Morning
Rikku had a low, nagging headache. Aaaaaaaand there was something licking her nose.
She opened her eyes to see ... right. Petey. Why did her eyes itch? They burned and scratched and didn't want to focus. She scooped him up and carefully trying to pull herself to sitting upright.
She was in an awkward tangle of limbs, blankets, and used tissues. Romeo was still asleep. Right. She had come here after work, and they had spent most of the evening in tears. She didn't remember falling asleep; she must have drifted off from sheer exhaustion. That would explain the crick in her neck.
The phone call. Zombies. Reno. Dojima. Half the posse, gone, just like that. The town under siege.
There was a kitty-faced ring on her finger. She wondered if there was still a tire on Reno's. Maybe he'd already lost that arm. Maybe he was sleeping, in the park, or feeding on another one of her friends.
She had guns. Ones she'd taken from the shop. She should go and protect whoever was left.
Once she could make herself get up. For now, she had a warm, wriggly Petey, and she snuggled her face into his fur. He didn't seem to mind that he was getting damp.
(Romeo modded with permission. Linkdroppy/establishy. Open to the boy from Verona, or any who would knock on the door, which is shut.)
She opened her eyes to see ... right. Petey. Why did her eyes itch? They burned and scratched and didn't want to focus. She scooped him up and carefully trying to pull herself to sitting upright.
She was in an awkward tangle of limbs, blankets, and used tissues. Romeo was still asleep. Right. She had come here after work, and they had spent most of the evening in tears. She didn't remember falling asleep; she must have drifted off from sheer exhaustion. That would explain the crick in her neck.
The phone call. Zombies. Reno. Dojima. Half the posse, gone, just like that. The town under siege.
There was a kitty-faced ring on her finger. She wondered if there was still a tire on Reno's. Maybe he'd already lost that arm. Maybe he was sleeping, in the park, or feeding on another one of her friends.
She had guns. Ones she'd taken from the shop. She should go and protect whoever was left.
Once she could make herself get up. For now, she had a warm, wriggly Petey, and she snuggled her face into his fur. He didn't seem to mind that he was getting damp.
(Romeo modded with permission. Linkdroppy/establishy. Open to the boy from Verona, or any who would knock on the door, which is shut.)