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The Mount, Ex-Los Angeles

The last time anyone from Fandom had been in Kathy's LA, the heroes had been living inside the walls that surrounded Paramount Studios, with the exes and the South Seventeens laying claim to everything else. Since then, they'd expanded; the Big Wall pushing the borders out almost a mile in all four directions. In some spots, it was hard to tell that there had ever been a zombocalypse; the streets were clean, the buildings repaired, the blood all scrubbed away. There was a proper school, lots of farms and gardens, several churches, and even a small library. The studio was still the heart of the community, but people had started to spread out and settle. It was still a tight fit, several thousand people into one square mile, but honestly not much worse than Los Angeles used to be, back before the world died and reanimated again.

Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.

It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.

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Kathy's apartment was small and sparsely furnished. The front door opened into a small alcove, where a bare full-size mattress rested against the front door. As soon as they were all inside, Kathy fastened all the locks and then pushed the mattress over so it fell over onto the floor, its bottom edge less than an inch away from the door.

There was a living room with a couch, a TV and a DVD player, though the amount of dust over both showed they didn't get much use. The kitchen was small, barely big enough to fit a card table and a single chair in it. There was a door that led to a balcony outside, facing the Big Wall, but it was locked and the blinds shut. Someone - Kathy - had taken duct tape to the back of them, ensuring they could never be opened, even accidentally.

The bathroom was normal, if small, though there were several knives in homemade cardboard sheathes duct taped to the wall, and two more inside the shower, above the spray line.

The bedroom had a bureau next to the door where it could be easily pushed against it and an empty box spring on the floor. A lamp was plugged in next to the closet, where a small nest of blankets and several more knives could be seen, taped to the wall just at hand height for someone lying prone.

"Uhh, here it is," Kathy said, uneasily, knowing the state of her current living quarters said more about her state of mind than she probably liked. "It's gonna be a squeeze to keep all of us here, but we should fit."

[For immediately after their arrival at the Mount]

"We can make it work," Dante said. His fingers brushed by her arm for reasons that were entirely not on purpose.

Really.

"I should at least have enough blankets for everybody, once we figure out who's sleeping where?" Kathy said, appreciating that totally-random touch. After almost two weeks here, she was a little touched starved. "I asked for extra when I first got here."

"I can sleep on the floor, if that's easier," Dante said.

He didn't want to. What he wanted to do was crawl into bed with Kathy and Anders for a night. Or possibly forever.

"I'm pretty sure we can find something better than that," Kathy promised with a soft smile. "I can put sheets on the mattress - " not that it was moving from its current spot, don't be daft - "and there's the couch, and..."

Maybe people would be okay crashing on the boxspring? Hmm.

"Anywhere is fine," Dante said easily. "'M probably most used to it."

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