conversations with dead people, 2011 -- post for trudy

[one_man_army]

When he wakes, the images from his dream are still fresh enough in his mind to recall all the details. As he sits upright, he rubs at his hands to ward off the feeling of asphalt digging into his palms without even noticing, and he can taste a strange hint of copper in his mouth

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[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy hadn't gone back to sleep, her mind still tumbling over the conversation-dream-whatever it was ( hey there, sister, long time no see) she'd had earlier.

(But at least she already knew Ing was dead.)

When Carl sits up, she turns her head from where she has it on her folded arms so she can try and see him in the darkness, but she doesn't say anything. Not yet.

Then he curses, quietly. "Carl?" she asks softly, shifting and lifting her head and shoulders.

[one_man_army]

With his fingers pressed against one temple, he tilts his head in her direction and nods.

"Yeah, love?"

His voice is thick with sleep, and he rubs at his eyes, trying to clear his head. He can still hear a faint ringing in his eardrums and it's throwing him off balance.

[hallelujahpilot]

"You okay?" She's sounds...awake. Keeping her voice quiet, but awake.

[one_man_army]

"I think so."

Carl presses his tongue against the back of his teeth, checking for any more blood. (There was never any in the first place -- or was there?)