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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
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He was the designated Mom Friend, after all.
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She finished braids three and four before adding, "Thanks." Quietly. So quietly.
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It was a quiet word, too. And if questioned, even he wouldn't have been quite sure what he meant.
Still, there was emotion behind that. Quiet and soft and not for anyone else to hear.
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He didn't say anything more than that. Nor did he open his eyes.
Just gave her fingers a squeeze with his.
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The squeeze kind of felt like a victory, too.
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Because Ezra was too out of it to get into conversations that required any sort of finesse.
He just wanted to be quiet and hold her hand for a while.
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