took some liberties with their interactions based on the passing, hope that's coolcalled_shotgunApril 25 2010, 02:26:11 UTC
Really, it had to be the nicest safe room that Zoey had ever seen in her life. Rochelle had told her about this one house that the other four of them had holed up in for a bit on their trip to New Orleans that had been nice enough to even live in (and the bathroom apparently had been to die for), but Zoey herself hadn't quite believed that there were safe rooms out there that were anything more than a cramped area with a destroyed mattress and a toilet that didn't flush. But here they were, halfway across the country, and she had been proven wrong. It was just a shame that Bill couldn't see it, he wouldn't have believed it either
( ... )
Ellis had his head ducked low over the gun he had in his hands, so he had missed her coming up to him, due to his hat enhancing his tunnel vision. He glanced up when he felt the couch shift, and just about jumped out of his skin when he saw who had plopped down next to him. He'd tried to talk with her a little more often, really, but every time he did he just got nervous. Or completely distracted by how pretty she was. He'd burned her face into his mind after the brief time they'd been together in Georgia, but seeing her on a daily basis, well, that was a whole different ball game.
Still, here she was, initiating conversation. Okay, Ellis. Use your brain. She's talking to you. Talk back.
"Uh, yeah- I mean, no!" Smooth. Ellis cleared his throat, chuckling a little to cover up the fact that he was suddenly extremely nervous. "Nah, I was just thinkin' out loud a bit. You're good." He rubbed the back of his head, smiling in that big dopey way of his.
Well, that was probably the least confident response she'd heard in a long time. She would've laughed otherwise, but the fact of the matter was that she had wandered over here with absolutely no plan for any real conversation. Really, in the middle of the end of the world, what were you supposed to talk about? Other than the actual ending of the world, that is. And Zoey had had pretty much all she could take of that.
"Are you sure?" she teased, gesturing to the other side of the room. "Because I can totally come back. No pressure, man."
It was really actually kind of cute, the way he'd stumbled. And that was a weird thought in and of itself, wasn't it? Hello, Zoey, end of the world, no time to be musing about how the guy sitting next to you has a tendency to be completely freaking adorable when he wants to be.
And there she was again, back at the whole 'end of the world' thing. So it was either think about boys or think about the end of the world and how she shouldn't be thinking about boys. Oh yeah. Great. That's just fantastic.
( ... )
Ellis forced himself to relax, straightening up so he wasn't hunched over the gun, waving his free hand.
"No, no. You're good here, it's a free country an' all." Literally. You could pretty much squat wherever you damn well pleased, now, so long as you didn't mind constantly fending off the living dead. He cleared his throat a little, glancing back at the gun in his hand for a second before setting it down on the coffee table amongst the other weaponry. "'Sides, these pistols ain't much on conversation."
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Still, here she was, initiating conversation. Okay, Ellis. Use your brain. She's talking to you. Talk back.
"Uh, yeah- I mean, no!" Smooth. Ellis cleared his throat, chuckling a little to cover up the fact that he was suddenly extremely nervous. "Nah, I was just thinkin' out loud a bit. You're good." He rubbed the back of his head, smiling in that big dopey way of his.
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"Are you sure?" she teased, gesturing to the other side of the room. "Because I can totally come back. No pressure, man."
It was really actually kind of cute, the way he'd stumbled. And that was a weird thought in and of itself, wasn't it? Hello, Zoey, end of the world, no time to be musing about how the guy sitting next to you has a tendency to be completely freaking adorable when he wants to be.
And there she was again, back at the whole 'end of the world' thing. So it was either think about boys or think about the end of the world and how she shouldn't be thinking about boys. Oh yeah. Great. That's just fantastic. ( ... )
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Ellis forced himself to relax, straightening up so he wasn't hunched over the gun, waving his free hand.
"No, no. You're good here, it's a free country an' all." Literally. You could pretty much squat wherever you damn well pleased, now, so long as you didn't mind constantly fending off the living dead. He cleared his throat a little, glancing back at the gun in his hand for a second before setting it down on the coffee table amongst the other weaponry. "'Sides, these pistols ain't much on conversation."
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