in the first instances of the outbreak, she had been alone and a number of other things that should have stuck out like bruises across porcelain skin, but it was being alone that tripped her up. she had never been alone, in all her life, she had always had a sibling to turn to, she had always had a friend to call or manipulate into helping her. the knox family cast a large shadow, but on the day the outbreak happened for her in san diego, it was a cloudless sky and she was on her own.
she recalled those terrifying hours, where each second stretched into infinity, she remembered them in times like these, when she could feel someone else’s panic, when she saw their pain and their terror. judith usually took these parts of empathy and she buried them deep until she could leave them and whoever she needed to behind.
yet, she watched this blonde, let opal-fae take her time to realize that there was only one way out of their situation alive and then she helped her back up again. “ just a bit further. and then you’re safe.” or as safe as one could be these days.
from the b e g i n n i n g, opal-fae was ALONE. when the apocalypse came ‘round, it was no different... during the first few stages, at least. she knew how to SURVIVE on her own, sure --- but GOD how she l o n g e d for companionship.
perhaps this world was the world she was m e a n t for... as the world b e f o r e just DIDN’T seem to want her. too bad it was a little hard to TRUST these days --- but to her surprise, there hadn’t been a THOUGHT in her head that this could be d a n g e r o u s... that she could be w a l k i n g into some sort of TRAP. in this world, one a l w a y s had to be suspicious in order to survive... but no w a r n i n g signs flashed in opal-fae’s head. not for THIS one.
a soft nod to judith’s return, the w e a k, skinny blonde started off s l o w with her eyes on the path ahead. she was s u r p r i s e d now, walking without feeling the other woman’s arm around her. she l i k e d the support ; the idea of f a l l i n g being COMPROMISED by the brunette’s strength. clumsy feet s t u m b l e d now and then, habitually, but she was keeping up... for judith, at least.
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