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spin_kick_snap) wrote2018-09-27 12:58 am
spin_kick_snap) wrote2018-09-27 12:58 am
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.
[For them that are there! NFB, andplease wait for the OCD is up! Previous entry Next Entry]
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.
[For them that are there! NFB, and
Re: Wednesday Evening
"Sorry," he said.
Re: Wednesday Evening
It was a weird blend of empathy and straight-forwardness, his tone.
Re: Wednesday Evening
Re: Wednesday Evening
He should've looked over at Dante.
But he didn't.
Re: Wednesday Evening
What else was there to say?
Re: Wednesday Evening
With a final squeeze, he let Dante's hand go. Stuck his own back in his pocket.
Re: Wednesday Evening
He didn't have any excuses for Limbo City. There were some, objectively speaking: but he wasn't wired to think of them.
And so for once, where Ezra might have had a lot to say about something real, he had nothing else. Yeah, it was his fault. Yeah, of course Ez didn't want to come back.
He kept walking, as they began to circle back, and the people of the Mount began to return to their homes.
Re: Wednesday Evening
Then he said, "I'm just going to go my own way for a while, if that's okay with you."
He was struck with the sudden need to be alone, and the utter claustrophobia of Kathy's apartment was not going to work well with that.
Re: Wednesday Evening
"Stay safe," Dante said.
He wanted to escape the tension, be with his people again.
So that worked out.
Re: Wednesday Evening
Yeah.
Ezra nodded back at him, then just sort of... made himself disappear.
That was what he was good at, after all.
Re: Wednesday Evening
He felt like shit about everything that had happened to Ez last month.
He would take all the shit Ez had to dish out about that.
But Ez had made it clear a long time ago that he wasn't interested in being Dante's people, and Dante wasn't enough of a masochist not to take that hint.
He walked to the apartment in silence. Slipped inside. And found some peace.