The Best Laid Plans || Closed Jan 4, 2013 15:29:44 GMT
Post by CECILIA BIRDIE BEDLYN on Jan 4, 2013 15:29:44 GMT
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Cecilia blinked up at them all as they talked. She rarely felt as young and immature as she did now. Cecilia wasn’t even really used to being around people, she had spent the entire apocalypse by herself, and even before that she didn’t get into any serious situations while having to deal with other opinions. She knew that she could die, and that thought was somewhere in her head, but the moment that thought became pictures in her head Cecilia felt sick. Zombies weren’t a problem that Cecilia faced head on, they were a problem that she avoided and dodged every day. So standing with this group, that had more thoughts of shooting and death than Cecilia had ever had made her desire to suppress all of that more. Maybe a big part of that, is that Cecilia imagination was a bit too wild. A part of her stayed in denial that the zombies were really dead. They still looked like people to her, and felt like people as well, they didn’t act very different from a lot of people she saw everyday.
The Zombies scared her, and she knew they would ruin her if they got their hands on her, but that is how Cecilia felt about a lot of humans as well. Melissa right now is a good example. Too Cecilia, being yelled at was just as away as being eaten alive. The second Cecilia spoke around people they always took her the wrong way, and ended up yelling at her. It’s cause she never really seemed good to people, especially girls. They seemed to see through her a lot easier than boy, and obviously something in Melissa was telling her not to trust Cecilia, probably for good reason. But as Cecilia looked up at Melissa, and then Baden, and then Seth, a store full of zombies seemed like a better idea. Her cheeks burned red and she started down at the ground.
“I-I don’t even know how to use a weapon.” She stammered almost inaudibly. She would say that she had survived perfectly fine for much longer than Melissa did, but that seemed like a horrible idea. In all reality, Cecilia was fighting back her child-like instinct to go cry and find someone to hug her. But there wouldn’t have been anyone to run to anyways. Cecilia didn’t have family, or friends here, she didn’t have much respect either. Cecilia looking up, and down the street away from the store. She contemplated leaving, and going back to the way life was before. Her feet actually twitched slightly, like she was going to walk, when Seth spoke. She wasn’t mad, so when she looked up at him and smiled slightly, she probably just felt like someone didn’t want her to go and get herself killed. It was a nice feeling.
Cecilia kept her mouth shut now, not that she really had anything valuable to say before. She knew, if she was going to insure her own survival she could just leave the group and probably get into that store, get stuff for herself and leave. But getting enough supplies to benefit the safeland, yeah she needed them for that. Cecilia was just going to stay quiet and take orders, she looked up at Baden and waited for them to finish discussing. She wasn’t meant to involve herself with topics like this.
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