Birthday
While Anita had sort of made peace with the fact that her birthday was approaching she was not entirely looking forward to it. The reason wasn't because of her age, or because it reminded her that she was getting older, it was simply that she had never paid much attention to them anyway so why should she change now? But as she ran that morning she actually found herself thinking about it. This was her second birthday on the Island. It had become sort of a tradition of sorts that she not act like anything was different. The run, and the coffee that morning, was simply her doing exactly that. she tried to focus on other things as the scenery passed by, but her thoughts all came back to it.
By the time she made it back to the Compound to get cleaned up and eat she decided that maybe this day wouldn't be so bad. She'd never exactly be the kind of person to want a big party, or need a big show, but she was actually excited to get the chance to spend it with Freddy. She was sitting just outside their hut wearing a nice outfit the clothes box had given her after several hours of threats. While her mornings were usually full her afternoons were spent trying to figure out what to do with herself, especially since she had mostly taken to avoiding the Rec Room in case it decided to give her more of those books. It was petty, but she would rather not see any more of them if she could manage it. She was cleaning her guns and basically bemoaning the fact that ammo was so hard to come by. She really felt out of practice lately.
By the time she made it back to the Compound to get cleaned up and eat she decided that maybe this day wouldn't be so bad. She'd never exactly be the kind of person to want a big party, or need a big show, but she was actually excited to get the chance to spend it with Freddy. She was sitting just outside their hut wearing a nice outfit the clothes box had given her after several hours of threats. While her mornings were usually full her afternoons were spent trying to figure out what to do with herself, especially since she had mostly taken to avoiding the Rec Room in case it decided to give her more of those books. It was petty, but she would rather not see any more of them if she could manage it. She was cleaning her guns and basically bemoaning the fact that ammo was so hard to come by. She really felt out of practice lately.