The Dance // Day 5 // Sebbie
It had been a long day working on keeping the wall up and clean of undead. If it was up to her she would spend her time poking at them, but the task was daunting and it only depressed her more. Still, willing to take some fresh air, while she could, Abigail sat outside the Club House, taking advantage of the lack of light pollution produced by the lights of the buildings of the city that were now dull, off and dead.
She sat by the porch of the house and stared at the sky. It was beautiful, and it was a shame they had missed such nice display of the universe before their eyes because of the blinding lights of the city. Abigail was more mindful about things like that after the ZA started happening.
She felt someone walking out the house, standing right behind her. She didn't turn to find who it was, by the sound of it, it was clearly Seb, she was fond of recognizing people by the way they walked or breathed.
"It's really sad that you get to appreciate all these beautiful things in dark times like these, you know." She said, sharing the little conclusion she made as she stared at the twinkling lights up in the sky.