We are how we survive

Wren Carson, 23, she/her, Pan, what the hell am I doing here I should be fighting,

[edenshiloh]

wrencarson:

A blush quickly made its way across Wren’s face, she tugged at her lip ring nervously. Of course she wanted to do something with Eden, and as soon as she heard the words ‘really like you’ her heart picked up (if that was even possible).

“Yes!- I mean sure, sorry, I would absolutely love to see a movie with you Eden.”

She smiled at the seeming nervousness of Eden across from her, it was cute but Wren had to admit that she would probably also be fumbling for words if it was her who had to ask Eden out on a date. Wren’s eyes moved across Eden’s face, gazing at her eyes, her nose and finally locking on her lips. God, she could kiss her right now.

“So, what kinda movies do you like anyway?”

Wren asked while she exchanged a colouring pencil for her coffee cup, taking a long sip of coffee to her warm up but never one letting go of Eden’s hand.

Maybe Eden wasn’t as bad at all of this as she’d thought she was  and she actually had a chance at something here. She wouldn’t use the word ‘love’ just yet, but having a relationship with someone outside of just being friends with Parker would probably be good for her. It’d be the first bit of true normality that’d come about since she’d gotten pregnant. Plus, Wren just had this presence of being someone safe to care about. She was solid, strong - the wind wasn’t going to blow her out of Eden’s life and neither were the zombies outside. 

“Well, I used to be really big on horror movies, zombie ones in particular but now..” She chuckled and pushed her hair back behind her ear. “Obviously not so much, I guess I was more of a netflix binge than someone who actually watched movies. I used to watch that show Black Mirror, and um, oh there was this one about cryptids that used to be on animal planet. It was like found footage..” Eden had a love for science fiction, it was kind of ironic that she lived it now. 

“I think they’re still doing The Little Mermaid and Mad Max in the mess, if you want we could probably catch both of them tonight? I gotta go tell Parker where I’ll be though, he worries.” She also needed a chance to get ready, take a shower, pull her hair back - wear something besides a well oversized police academy hoodie. Sure it was the end of the world and Wren already seemed smitten, but Eden liked to dress up anyways.

[wrencarson]

"Sure."

Wren smiled, her spare hand instinctively reaching towards her dog tags as butterflies flitted around her stomach. It didn't make much sense to her, why all of a sudden she was acting like a school girl first in love, but I guess being alone for so long made this so exciting to her. Eden felt right. She wasn't like Beck or even Mira, something about her felt like an anchor, felt like she wouldn't let go.

She was nervous however about her leg. It had happened countless times where people initially acted accepting but when the clothes where off they seemed to change their minds. Usually an expression of intense sorrow. Even during the apocalypse the look on Mira's face every time she saw Wren's leg was unforgettable, it's like she couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow her fault. Not to mention the scars, and all the tattoos. Deep down she knew that Eden wouldn't be like that, but you can never tell.

"Do you want me to wait here or come with you?" Wren asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

[edenshiloh]

wrencarson:

“Opposites attract so I guess I was just.. drawn to you.” Wren said quietly, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at their hands entwined. God it was reassuring, being with Eden. Her mind felt at ease and all her thoughts lay to rest. Though being together didn’t work wonders for her heart as it seemed to be thumping at a million miles an hour.

Wren used her spare hand to colour in the hair on the princess. Now the two of them had lost any sense of the traditional colours and were just working the alien look. She decided that aquamarine would be a suitable colour for her hair and really bring out the neon pink.

She glanced at the girl next to her, smiling at the way she was so focused on getting the colouring to be just right. If they were anywhere else, Wren probably would have made a move already but hell, it felt like when they were together they had all the time in the world.

“Eden, you’re gonna be such a great Mom.”

Eden’s smile faded slightly, she overcompensated with a soft laugh. “I hope so!” She didn’t need to think of her baby as the product of something bad, she needed to think of them as the hope that good could come of anything. She was in this position either way, and she chose to try and make light of it - it hurt like the dickens sometimes and dark thoughts sometimes took over her mind but, she was making it.

“Though to be fair, Parker’s going to be doing a lot more parenting than I am. He’s got experience with little kids, I don’t.”

She put down her colored pencil and took a sip of coffee, never once letting go of Wren’s hand. She put the cup back down and took a deep breath, “You know, I really like you Wren. It’s kind of weird, but I feel like I’ve known you for years and, do you want to-” She bit down on her lip for a second and shrugged.

She could ask Wren to do anything, stay and color more, screw around a little, maybe go catch a movie in the mess after lights out? She went with the more polite option, just for the sake of her own shyness.

“-see a movie with me later? I mean, kind of like a date see if there’s something here or–wait am I being pushy? I’m sorry.” Fuck it’d been a long time since she’d done this.

[wrencarson]

A blush quickly made its way across Wren's face, she tugged at her lip ring nervously. Of course she wanted to do something with Eden, and as soon as she heard the words 'really like you' her heart picked up (if that was even possible).

"Yes!- I mean sure, sorry, I would absolutely love to see a movie with you Eden."

She smiled at the seeming nervousness of Eden across from her, it was cute but Wren had to admit that she would probably also be fumbling for words if it was her who had to ask Eden out on a date. Wren's eyes moved across Eden's face, gazing at her eyes, her nose and finally locking on her lips. God, she could kiss her right now.

"So, what kinda movies do you like anyway?"

Wren asked while she exchanged a colouring pencil for her coffee cup, taking a long sip of coffee to her warm up but never one letting go of Eden's hand.

[edenshiloh]

wrencarson:

“I was in the army, same strand as Beck and Vasiliy actually.” The noise of the colouring pencils was more relaxing than she expected, not to mention that even the colouring itself set her mind at ease. Why hadn’t she tried picking up colouring before? It definetly would have helped her whilst she was healing.

“But I got sent back to the USA after loosing my leg, thank god for that otherwise I would have had to deal with the apocalypse overseas.” She never regretted anything about her life, although many people would have. Joining the army was one of the best things that happened to her. Wren discovered that her recklessness had a use, she was born to be a fighter.

Her eyes glossed over for a second as she thought even further into the past. Old memories of her mum and her brother, just average family life. It was hard to remember William before this whole apocalypse had happened, he went from a quiet dork to an extroverted fighter but I guess zombies and cults do that to you.

“I never went to University, but I always considered becoming a professional athlete. The Arts, Literature and sciences weren’t really my thing, but sports? Now that I could do.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, that dream was still there. She often thought of a world without the apocalypse, where she could maybe become a paraathlete, settle in, have a family and a couple of kids. Wren glanced at Eden, with a thought so loosely in the back of her mind that maybe.. just maybe.. they could have a family.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitantly reached out her hand considering holding Edens, before she pulled it back.

“I heard about that, isn’t it kind of crazy how you’re all here at once though? I mean, sorry - that didn’t come out right.” Eden had a weakness for butch girls, and the ones who wore uniforms even more. GI Jane was kind of an awakening for her as a kid, though really her parents shouldn’t have let her within a mile of that film. Her mom was absent minded about that kind of thing though, and it helped to have always had a sister tall enough to reach the ‘grown up shelf’ on their home entertainment system.

Eden swapped her purple pencil for a neon pink one, deciding to make her princess some sort of alien - because really why not?

Eden chuckled and licked her lower lip, “We’re kind of opposite then? I’m kind of a big arts and science nerd, oh can I guess what kinds of sports you played?” She looked over, absolutely beaming at the woman coloring beside her-until she noticed Wren didn’t seem to be smiling. She didn’t even seem to be in the same room at the moment. Her eyes were all glassy, like she’d fallen into a memory and didn’t know her way out. Eden reached over and touched the back of her hand. “Hey, Wren? Still with me?”

Just as quickly as she’d seemed to blink out, Wren came back. Eden knew it was probably something she didn’t want to talk about so she looked back at her coloring. Wren reached for her hand, before she could pull away Eden took it. She laced her fingers with Wren’s and squeezed gently.

“I really appreciate you spending time with me Wren. I think everyone else is too freaked out by the baby to talk to me.”

[wrencarson]

"Opposites attract so I guess I was just.. drawn to you." Wren said quietly, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at their hands entwined. God it was reassuring, being with Eden. Her mind felt at ease and all her thoughts lay to rest. Though being together didn't work wonders for her heart as it seemed to be thumping at a million miles an hour.

Wren used her spare hand to colour in the hair on the princess. Now the two of them had lost any sense of the traditional colours and were just working the alien look. She decided that aquamarine would be a suitable colour for her hair and really bring out the neon pink.

She glanced at the girl next to her, smiling at the way she was so focused on getting the colouring to be just right. If they were anywhere else, Wren probably would have made a move already but hell, it felt like when they were together they had all the time in the world.

"Eden, you're gonna be such a great Mom."

[edenshiloh]

wrencarson:

“Now that’s an offer I can’t resist,” Wren smiled in response, “But honestly, I always did prefer Merida.” She slipped off her jacket and gently placed it next to her, pulling her hoodie sleeves over her fingers as she tried to warm up.

Wren eyes flickered to her lips as Eden smiled. Her smile was unbelievable, it was that kinda smile that could make anyone smile in response. And don’t even get started on her laugh.

She picked up a few colours and began to scribble on the paper. Wren always did have trouble staying in the lines, both in a literal and metaphorical sense, but she tried to stay neat as the two leant over the book. The fire glowed in the corner, sending heat their way. But Wren couldn’t help think that there might be better ways to stay warm.

Wren took a break for a moment, swapping the colouring pencils for her cup of coffee. She brought the pale mug to her lips and took a sip, still cringing slightly at its bitter flavour. She laughed.

“Although, I always thought that I would be the one saving the princes. How about you?”

Eden scooted to sit just a little closer to Wren and giggled, “Merida huh? You know back pre Z your favorite Disney princess was supposed to be very important to your personality.” Eden had never put much stock in things like BuzzFeed, but the little quizzes were fun. They were also a great way to get her mind off of some of the more morbid stuff she had to look at during the day. She was a forensics major, wanted to be an ME, but sometimes it could be a little much. According to her dad it meant she was doomed to have a good heart, though Eden hadn’t known at the time how that could be a bad thing.

“I always liked Kida, but she was never in any of the official stuff - then again she was a queen by the end so that might be it.” She colored the page opposite Wren’s, slowly tracing along the inside of the black lines before she filled it in. She’d always been a little meticulous when it came to mediums like crayons or pencils, paint was more her free environment. Good luck finding a canvas and watercolors at the end of the world though. She colored Princess Jasmine’s pants purple and glanced back at Wren when she laughed.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure she felt warm just because of the fire anymore. Her little heart was going a mile a minute and when Wren laughed. It was like the first day of spring after a very cold winter. “Eh I was kind of let down that Mulan had a boyfriend at the end, kind of a baby gay to be honest.” She paused to push her hair behind her ear with the back of her hand.

“-but yeah, I always wanted to be the hero too, I was almost a cop Pre Z if you can believe that.” Eden wouldn’t believe it looking at herself now. She used to be brave, bold, dedicated and now - well for the most part she was anxiety ridden and paranoid but right now? Right now she felt like the world was absolutely perfect.

“What about you, what was Wren’s life like?”

[wrencarson]

"I was in the army, same strand as Beck and Vascily actually." The noise of the colouring pencils was more relaxing than she expected, not to mention that even the colouring itself set her mind at ease. Why hadn't she tried picking up colouring before? It definetly would have helped her whilst she was healing.

"But I got sent back to the USA after loosing my leg, thank god for that otherwise I would have had to deal with the apocalypse overseas." She never regretted anything about her life, although many people would have. Joining the army was one of the best things that happened to her. Wren discovered that her recklessness had a use, she was born to be a fighter.

Her eyes glossed over for a second as she thought even further into the past. Old memories of her mum and her brother, just average family life. It was hard to remember William before this whole apocalypse had happened, he went from a quiet dork to an extroverted fighter but I guess zombies and cults do that to you.

"I never went to University, but I always considered becoming a professional athlete. The Arts, Literature and sciences weren't really my thing, but sports? Now that I could do."

Somewhere in the back of her mind, that dream was still there. She often thought of a world without the apocalypse, where she could maybe become a paraathlete, settle in, have a family and a couple of kids. Wren glanced at Eden, with a thought so loosely in the back of her mind that maybe.. just maybe.. they could have a family.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitantly reached out her hand considering holding Edens, before she pulled it back.

[edenshiloh]

wrencarson:

Wren smiled in relief, initially worried that she would be turned down straight away. She noticed the warm glow of the wood stove and was eager to enter. Gently she closed the door behind her, without using her hands of course, and placed the coffee cups gently on one of the little wooden side tables.

“Hey, I brought you a coffee,” She glanced down at the deep brown cup of instant coffee now placed on the table, “But.. um.. If you don’t want it, that’s totally fine too.”

Wren glanced around for a moment before deciding to take off her boots. The floor may be cold, but she didn’t want to knock any of the dirt and snow off her boots and into the room. Carefully she unlaced one boot after another before positioning them by the door. She was wearing a pair of thick woollen socks and she had to admit it certainly was nice only having 5 cold toes rather than 10.

“I’m gonna keep my jacket on if you don’t mind- It’s still bloody freezing out there.” Wren rubbed her palms together, hoping that the friction would create some element of warmth. Soon however she gave up before seating herself near the wood fire, eager to warm up her cold body.

“Oh no, I totally want it.” Eden said with a bright smile as she picked up the cup and sipped it, it’d chilled a bit outside but still tasted the same. If Wren was going to be a permanent fixture in her caffeine habit, Eden was going to love instant coffee before long. “Thank you, you saved me a miserable waddle through the snow.” Not that Eden was remotely big enough to waddle yet, she only had a little tummy. Honestly a big enough jacket and she didn’t look pregnant at all (though maybe a little pudgy) and she’d taken one of Parker’s for exactly that reason.

Eden shook her head, “It’s fine, but you know if you keep your jacket on it’ll take you longer to warm up?” She followed to sit beside Wren. Admittedly she didn’t know where to go from here. It’d been so long since she’d had a good flirt and - honestly hookups weren’t her style. She glanced back at the blanket fort, barely big enough for two people, and the box of crayons on the floor beside the disney princess coloring book.

She suddenly had an idea, a silly one, but an idea.

“Hey do you want to color?” Wow, she wouldn’t have guessed how silly that sounded before she said it. Here she was an adult asking another adult to color with her. “Yeah, I know that sounds kind of weird, but it’s a fun way to spend time. Plus doing something creative can relieve stress.” She leaned back to take the crayons and coloring book from the floor.

“I’ll let you color Elsa?”

[wrencarson]

"Now that's an offer I can't resist," Wren smiled in response, "But honestly, I always did prefer Merida." She slipped off her jacket and gently placed it next to her, pulling her hoodie sleeves over her fingers as she tried to warm up.

Wren eyes flickered to her lips as Eden smiled. Her smile was unbelievable, it was that kinda smile that could make anyone smile in response. And don't even get started on her laugh.

She picked up a few colours and began to scribble on the paper. Wren always did have trouble staying in the lines, both in a literal and metaphorical sense, but she tried to stay neat as the two leant over the book. The fire glowed in the corner, sending heat their way. But Wren couldn't help think that there might be better ways to stay warm.

Wren took a break for a moment, swapping the colouring pencils for her cup of coffee. She brought the pale mug to her lips and took a sip, still cringing slightly at its bitter flavour. She laughed.

"Although, I always thought that I would be the one saving the princes. How about you?"

[wrencarson]

Wren didn’t know what she was doing. Almost instinctively she had made two cups of coffee and now she found herself outside Eden’s room.

Wren had pulled a beanie over her shaved head to keep the wind off and was wearing a worn leather jacket. It was tough to keep warm in the camp, clothing being the main problem but they seemed to have access to a sufficient amount of it in the nearby town. She was holding the mugs directly, hoping the the warm coffee inside would bring some kind of warmth to her numb fingers.

Hell, she didn’t even know if Eden wanted coffee but she had come anyway. Wren seeked comfort in their earlier conversation. She felt safe, even warm when she was around Eden. Ever since she was younger, she hadn’t really had any female friends so this new experience wasn’t really something she was going to let pass easily. Not to mention that Eden was gay, and could easily make Wren laugh.

She reached down and carefully placed the mugs on the icy floor before knocking on the door.

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had decided, she didn’t want to have a little girl anymore. Victoria had kept Emily while her father was sick, and wow, did that kid have some energy. It’d been cute sure, but lately Eden was tired more often than she wasn’t and a hyperactive child could make a saint swear. Though Eden would admit, she was a skilled little architect. She’d turned the space between the bunk bed and the wall into a sort of fort, and it was close enough to the wood stove to collect just the right amount of heat. Eden had been sitting cozily in the little space for hours now, just absorbing the warm and trying to think toasty thoughts.

Bad thing about being born in Hawaii, you never get used to the cold weather of the mainland.

Emily had left some of her toys behind, a few dolls, one of the coloring books she’d been brought back from the supply run, and a box of crayons. There was something impossibly relaxing about being cozy with a coloring book to keep occupied. Eden just wished she wasn’t alone. Well that’s not exactly true is it? No, no it wasn’t. Eden wished Wren was here. They’d only met once but something about the other woman had stuck in Eden’s mind. The way she laughed or shuffled about, that bright light in her eyes-

Someone knocked and Eden scooted out of her hiding place. She dusted down and opened the door with a smile. Oh, hey speak of the devil.Eden beamed to see who it was at the door and stepped out of the way so Wren could come inside. 

“Wren, hey! Come in, holy cow it’s cold outside..”

[wrencarson]

Wren smiled in relief, initially worried that she would be turned down straight away. She noticed the warm glow of the wood stove and was eager to enter. Gently she closed the door behind her, without using her hands of course, and placed the coffee cups gently on one of the little wooden side tables.

"Hey, I brought you a coffee," She glanced down at the deep brown cup of instant coffee now placed on the table, "But.. um.. If you don't want it, that's totally fine too."

Wren glanced around for a moment before deciding to take off her boots. The floor may be cold, but she didn't want to knock any of the dirt and snow off her boots and into the room. Carefully she unlaced one boot after another before positioning them by the door. She was wearing a pair of thick woollen socks and she had to admit it certainly was nice only having 5 cold toes rather than 10.

"I'm gonna keep my jacket on if you don't mind- It's still bloody freezing out there." Wren rubbed her palms together, hoping that the friction would create some element of warmth. Soon however she gave up before seating herself near the wood fire, eager to warm up her cold body.

[wrencarson]

Wren didn't know what she was doing. Almost instinctively she had made two cups of coffee and now she found herself outside Eden's room. Wren had pulled a beanie over her shaved head to keep the wind off and was wearing a worn leather jacket. It was tough to keep warm in the camp, clothing being the main problem but they seemed to have access to a sufficient amount of it in the nearby town. She was holding the mugs directly, hoping the the warm coffee inside would bring some kind of warmth to her numb fingers. Hell, she didn't even know if Eden wanted coffee but she had come anyway. Wren seeked comfort in their earlier conversation. She felt safe, even warm when she was around Eden. Ever since she was younger, she hadn't really had any female friends so this new experience wasn't really something she was going to let pass easily. Not to mention that Eden was gay, and could easily make Wren laugh. She reached down and carefully placed the mugs on the icy floor before knocking on the door. @edenshiloh

[wrencarson]

Coffee with @bcckctt

"BECK" Wren yelled as she barged through the door to his room. It was a day off for the recruits but Wren had suddenly got an undeniable urge for coffee. She knew that Beck had a mini kitchen in his room with enough to make a cup of coffee, not to mention the fact that she could really get on his nerves.

When she got into the room she saw Beck shirtless, making out with some woman she didn't recognise. He looked up at Wren, angrily.

"Wren, what the hell." He mouthed to her, trying to keep whoever his company was distracted.

Wren smiled and walked out the door shutting it quietly behind her.

Beck sighed from inside the room and turned back to the woman.

"What was that about?" She asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh nothing you should be concerned about--." He was cut off by a loud knocking at the door before Wren came crashing in.. Again.

"BECK. I NEED COFFEE." Wren groaned, already heading to the kitchen. She turned on the kettle and jumped onto the countertop to wait for it to boil.

"Sorry.." Beck whispered to his company, who rolled her eyes in response. A rumour had spread around the facilities, which nobody quite believed in but was steadily becoming more true to a lot of people. You can sleep with Beckett, but you have to be prepared that Wren Carson could come crashing through the door at any moment.

Wren smiled as she saw the woman begin to get up.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just continue with whatever you were doing." She said, knowing that no one in their right mind would stay whilst she was there.

"See around, Beck." She uttered quietly as she fished her shirt from off the floor.

"Wait no.. Stay." He cooed, trying desperately to make her stay.

"It's fine.. We can do this another time." She said before walking over to the door and leaving, Wren waved her out as she left.

"Goddammit Wren that's the 3rd person this week, you are going to have to start paying me back." He growled, a hint of anger at the back of his throat.

"And we both know that's not gonna happen." Wren grinned at the irritated look on his face.

The kettle pinged, signalling that the water had boiled. She hopped down from the kettle and fetched the cafetière from out of the cupboard along with her mug (Property of wren was scrawled along its side). She tipped some coffee in the bottom before pouring water on top and compressing the lid of the cafetière.

"Do you want anything?" She asked, a goofy smile still on her face.

"You know that you can get coffee at the cafeteria, right?" He sighed, now walking over to join her in the small kitchen portion of his room. Wren laughed in response.

"Of course I know that."

She poured the freshly brewed coffee, half in her cup and half in his cup. Wren slid it over to him before taking her own cup with two hands.

"So are you just trying to ruin my sex life?" Beck raised an eyebrow as he lifted the mug from the countertop.

"No," she groaned, "I'm here for the coffee."

Wren leant back, resting her hips against the countertop and took a long sip of the coffee. She wasn't lying. This was significantly better than the coffee at the cafetière. He glanced down at her, eager to shut her up by kissing her. She smiled back at him, almost as if she knew.

"And anyways, what would you be doing without me?"

Beck smirked in response, but only know realising that he never caught her name.

"Wren. I think you know perfectly well what I would be doing."

She laughed, a grin spread across her face ear to ear. Wren reached up to scratch the back of her neck. One of her favourite things to do was irritate Beck, it was always so amusing.

"Well, Beckett. I'm trying to avoid the other recruits so if you don't mind," Wren walked over to the sofa and sat down with her cup of coffee, "I'm going to stay here."

Beck raised an eyebrow and followed her to the sofa. He settled down in the other corner and looked her up and down.

"I thought we agreed that you were going to try harder to be friends with them." He sighed.

"Yeah but I think they were planning drinking games tonight so I'd rather not." She smiled, eyes lighting up slightly.

Beck leant forward. Eyes locked with hers, her eyes locked with his. It was so hard to resist her, he placed a hand on her hip considering kissing her when she winced.

"Wren, what the hell." He asked, now concerned.

"Beck it's nothing, don't worry about it." She reached a hand up to run her fingers through his hair. But that answer wasn't good enough for him, he reached down and pulled up her t-shirt.

"Beck, don't." Wren tried to pull her shirt back down, or at least cover her stomach. His eyes were locked on her. Her usually pale skin was littered with dark purple bruising and dark crimson cuts. A few of them had been sloppily covered in plasters but the majority of them still looked fresh. They were long and jagged cuts, most of them looked pretty shallow but one cut sunk deep into her skin and ran along her hip bone.

"Shit Wren. What the hell is this."

His usual flirtatious smirk was replaced with deep concern, it pained Wren just to look at him.

"It's nothing.. I.. Uh.. just fell over that's all." She uttered.

"We both know that's a lie." He said, anger now building up in his voice. His eyes narrowed, looking at her with an expression she had never seen before.

"Who did this." He asked.

"No one.. Beck just forget about it."

"I can't fucking forgot about this Kat!" He yelled. Wren knew it was serious when he used her real name. But she couldn't tell him, or risk getting beat up worse next time. Granted Wren was strong, but she couldn't take on a group of boys by herself.

Beck was silent. Shocked at his own outburst but still shocked at the wounds that littered Wren's stomach. Her usual tattoos now framed with cuts and bruises. Shit, now it all made sense. The increasing amount of visits to his room, the constance avoidance of the other recruits. She took this moment to hastily pull her t-shirt back down. Gently Wren pushed him back and stood up, brushing off her trousers.

Her expression was awkward, even slightly pained.

"Thanks for the coffee Beck." She said quietly, before heading towards the door. Wren pulled it open, not able to turn around now that tears had begun to gloss over her grey eyes. He was the last person she wanted to find out, it made her feel... weak.

"Bye." Wren whispered before shutting the door behind her and walking out into the corridor.

"WAIT." Beck yelled, but it was too late. She was gone.

[wrencarson]

I didn't really know my father well, he went missing when I was around 2 so all the information about him came from my mother. His name was Thomas and he was a sergeant in the Army. He was a hero, saved a tonne of people and an inspiration to all that knew him. Honestly I don't know how he got stuck with my Mom. Elizabeth met Thomas on one of the months he was back in the US. I think she was waitressing in a diner and he just kept coming back. Her personality must've been different back then. After my Dad went missing she was infatuated with the idea that I would be her perfect daughter. She wanted me to dress nicely and have a fine young gentleman of a boyfriend. My Mom constantly bugged me about 'being more of a lady'. That was one of the reasons why I signed up for the army, as a big screw you Mom. If I recall, when I lost my leg, she thought it was karma. I think she probably lost her way. That brings me to my twin brother, William. He was a true dork. Infatuated with comics and astrophysics. I was the sporty one and he was the clever one, yin and yang, two halves of a whole. Sometimes back in highschool, I used to beat up anyone who bullied him. At that point William went from school nerd to untouchable. Neither of us had that many friends, but we had each other. That is until he sold me and Mira out to save his own skin. I'll never forgive him. I killed everyone in the goddamn cult except him, he doesn't deserve to die by my hand.

[wrencarson]

Sleepover with @bcckctt

By now most of the recruits have left the hall, Wren was about to join them when she was abruptly pulled back, by Beck of course.

"What, can't get enough of me?" Wren grins, blood smudged underneath her nose and smeared across her lips.

"You okay kid?" Beck asked, hand now lingering on her shoulder.

"What.." Wren laughed, it was an awkward fake laugh. "Why wouldn't I be.."

She glanced down. Why did she have to be so weak, so damn weak. None of the girls here liked her, none of the guys liked her. She was lonely as hell and she missed home. For once in her life she missed her god damn dork of a brother and that stupid fishing town. She sighed, knowing that Beck could read her so easily.

"I guess I'm just lonely, y'know. I haven't been away from home this long."

Beck smiled reassuringly, mildly surprised at the fact she has opened up to him but glad none the less. "Don't worry it gets easier."

Wren glanced around the room to check that they were alone before glancing into his eyes. God he was stunning. "Would you mind, if I spent the night with you?"

His eyes widened, smirk quickly replaced the soft smile that lingered there before. "Wren, you do not know how long I've been waiting for you to say that."

A blush made its way over her face, her cheeks almost the same colour as the blood scattered on her body. Was she actually doing this?

It was 10:45, the lights were out but most of the recruits were still up. Wren had washed the blood of her body and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Thanks to Isaac she was sporting a black eye, but Wren was convinced that it just made her look even more threatening. Her heart ached as she made her way through the dimly lit corridors towards Beck's room, secretly hoping that no one would see her.

When she arrived the door seemed to loom over her, her hand gripped the handle of the six pack tighter. She raised her other hand to knock on the door but it was opened before she could. Crap, he was shirtless.

"Hey."

"Do you ever wear a shirt?" She asked curiously, already knowing the answer.

"What do you think, kid." He smirks.

Wren walked into Becks room, admiring how much larger it was to hers. She ran over to the large double bed and launched herself onto it. Smiling as the mattress sprung underneath her.

"Crap, I almost forgot," She smiled and lifted her hands, "I brought beer and my favourite movie."

"You brought a movie?" He mused, almost laughing slightly at how the situation turned out. Of course Wren Carson would bring a movie with her, she always had to be a challenge.

The two sat on the double bed parrallel to the tv watching 'Leon: the professional'. Much to Beck's disappointment it was a violent film with no romantic atmosphere whatsoever. Her eyes were locked on the screen, only taking a break to sip on her beer every once in a while.

He leaned in a gently kissed her jawline, hoping that the action might start something between the two. Wren turned to face him, their faces now inches apart. Maybe she wouldn't be so hard to woo after all.

"Beck.." She whispered.

"Wren." He replied softly, eyes locked with hers.

"..This is my favourite part so if you don't mind." She replied blankly, turning back to the tv almost immediately.

How on earth did that not work, Beck thought to himself. It always worked. He tried again a few more times during the duration of the film but to no avail. This girl certainly was difficult.

The credits were rolling after what seemed to be an eternity. The film actually wasn't too bad but it just wasn't what he was used to. Now that it had ended he would hopefully have more luck.

"Wren." He whispered huskily, eyes tracing the lines of her body. She didn't more, she wasn't annoyed at him was she.

"C'mon Wren, don't be like this." He said again, reaching his hand towards her neck to gentle caress her skin. She murmured something, but he wasn't able to back out quite what. Unless...

Beck stood up from the sofa to see Wren properly. Her legs were tucked underneath her and she was snuggled against a pillow. This girl had the nerve to fall asleep? Beck sighed, there was clearly only one thing to do. He slid his arm underneath her legs and lifted her up bridal style. Beck still couldn't believe how oblivious Wren had been the whole night. After gently tucking her into his bed, he changed so he was just in his boxers and climbed into the other side.

"Night Kat." He whispered, before turning his bedside light off. Eventually enveloping the whole room in darkness.

[wrencarson]

Character Name: Wren Carson

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Extra: day one

[wrencarson]

Wren walked into the mess hall on the hunt for coffee. For some reason this morning she yearned a good cup of coffee, She walked into the corner, where a small kettle and pot of instant coffee were situated. 

“This’ll have to do.” 

She sighed before tipping some of the coffee granuals into a worn mug. Wren clicked the kettle on and leant back on the table, eagerly waiting for the whistling. For a moment she thought about trying to find a coffee machine in the town over, so she would finally be able to get a decent drink. 

Her daydream was disrupted by the creek of the main door. Wren glanced over at the figure approaching, she hadn’t seen her before but at least it wasn’t Beck. And, oh god, was she pregnant? 

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had been hesitant about OCS, she had a hard time with strangers and no matter how nice everyone seemed-she didn’t trust them. Then out of nowhere Parker had appeared and honestly that was all she needed to feel safer. Now that she did she could give in to the one vice of pregnancy, even the early parts-food. She was hungry all the time. 

The books said that at this point it was expected, the baby was starting to grow beyond a tiny tadpole inside of her. A tiny tadpole that left enough of a bump on her that everyone she’d run into knew she was pregnant, they were nice but she was still-fearful was too strong of a word.

Anxious was more appropriate. She didn’t want to be around the bigger group, especially not at meal times when she was less than her naturally perky and polite self. It meant getting up earlier and sort of sneaking, but hey-she had a good excuse right? It was with that in mind she’d tried to slip quietly into the mess hall, if she was lucky the Russian man and his daughter would be the only ones in there. The little girl was sweet and curious, her father quiet and harmless-but neither of them were in the kitchen when she’d quietly stepped in.

“Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak-” Eden had seen her in camp, knew she was a member of the guard but had no idea what her name was. She smiled politely. “-I’m Eddie, Eddie Shiloh.”

[wrencarson]

The person in front of her was.. Cute. Yes, that was definitely the best word to use. Her aura oozed comfort and safety, she didn’t seem threatening whatsoever.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Wren.”

She smiled in response to her politeness, that wasn’t something that you encountered much in the apocalypse. Nervously she ran her fingers over her head. Wren glanced down at the kettle boiling on the hob and the jar of coffee next to it and the back up at the pregnant woman in front of her.

“Could I offer you a coffee.. Or tea maybe?”

Wren asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not pregnant women were meant to drink coffee. But it wasn’t a habit that she was willing to give up.

[edenshiloh]

Wren had strength, it was obvious in her shoulders and how she held herself, she didn’t come across as a threat though. She came across as a protector, honestly Eden felt a hell of a lot safer knowing there were women in the guard. On an unrelated note, a very attractive woman. Though Eden was almost certain she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. Even before the world ended Eden had a hard time meeting girls, and after the fact with a baby curled up all cozily inside of her.

“Wren, like the bird?” She tipped her head to the side slightly, watching Wren smile. She didn’t look like she did it enough, Eden understood that, but it was still cute enough to make her blush.

The question made her pause, she’d not had actual coffee (even the instant stuff) in a really long time. She missed it, best part of every day back when she was just a forensics student. She was quick to nod, but then Wren mentioned tea and she looked down, chuckling softly as she did. Her hand went to her stomach, the little swell of a baby that Parker was sweet enough to claim so she didn’t have to answer questions.

“Don’t worry, we’re allowed to have coffee.” She said looking back up, and then over wren’s head to the shelf the russian had left the cups on. “Though I’m not tall enough to reach the shelf, would you mind?”

[wrencarson]

“Not at all.”

Wren smiled, reaching up to the shelf to grab a cup for Eddie. As she brought it down to the table their eyes caught each other’s and Wren blushed. Eddie definetly had pretty eyes.

Wren tipped some instant coffee into her cup and brought the hot water over. She poured the hot water until the brim of each cup and then nudged it over to Eddie.

“Here.”

She smiled again, her face now slightly sore after smiling so much. Wren wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the heat warm her cold hands. She glanced again at Eddie’s stomach, her face dropping slightly. Damn, she though, she definetly didn’t have a chance. Her kind manner reminded her of her old girlfriend, Mira.

“So, who is the lucky fellow?”

Wren asked, voice dropping slightly at the end of the question.

[edenshiloh]

Eden, might have noticed the shape of Wren’s hips while she reached for the cup. It wasn’t something she focused on, that’d be impolite, but it still brought color to her cheeks. She bit the inside of her lip as she took the cup from the counter. She had seen Wren blushing and that warmed her up more than the coffee held between her hands just beneath her nose. She sipped it, chuckling softly, it was awful. Instant coffee always was, but the company made it worthwhile. 

If nothing else it was just nice to talk to someone besides herself again.

“Hm? Oh-” She didn’t wince visibly, but something very dark and painful played out just behind her eyes. Something she’d not been strong enough to fight off that left her sobbing on the ground. That was where Parker had found her, that was when he’d sworn they’d never be split up again. She didn’t hold the storm against him, so he’d kept his word up to this point. Even stepping up to a position she didn’t think anyone would want.

“My friend Parker, it um..” She chuckled, if anything because she couldn’t let herself cry. What happened was a secret. “It’s kind of a funny story. I used to date his sister, and we were both going to be police together..then all this happened and, I dunno got a little lonely..” It wasn’t remotely the truth of the matter, but she and Parker had gone over this loads of times. It was easier to tell a kid their parents were friends than that one of them was a monster.

”-but um, we’re not together though. I’m actually gay.“ She made sure to throw that in, just in case.

[wrencarson]

“Oh.. you’re gay?”

Wren asked, before giving herself a mini fist bump. A grin quickly broke out on her face but she held it back, desperately trying to act cool. It had been a while since she had met another gay woman, and this camp hadn’t given her much hope. But now.. she actually had a chance, and with such a beautiful woman as well.

Of course the thought of Mira lingered in the back of her mind, she could never forget her. But this was a new day, and although painful; Wren knew she had to move on. She bit her lip and smiled again.

“I’m gay too, well pan actually.”

Wren tried to drop it into the conversation casually, especially after seeing the dark look in Eddies eyes when the baby was brought up. Clearly there was something she wasn’t telling, but Wren was polite enough not to ask any further questions. She took another sip of the warm coffee, wincing slightly at the bitter taste of the instant coffee.

[edenshiloh]

Score.

Wait, no that was terribly impolite but still-score. Eden wasn’t the last non-heterosexual on earth after all. It was a little premature to celebrate said fact, after all Eden was still pregnant and Wren was still a stranger. It took the guessing out of the equation though and that meant that if by chance Wren was flirting with her. Eden could take it as face value instead of as basic complementary girl talk.

“I am so relieved right now, I thought the world had fallen to ‘the straights’ and we were all doomed.” Eden giggled before taking another sip of her coffee. She propped herself back against the counter as she did, relishing this one perfectly happy moment while it lasted.

It was such a contrast to what’d been going through her mind just seconds ago.

“So, would it be out of line of me to ask if you’re seeing anyone right now?” Hey she was doing good so far, she’d met a cute pan girl, there was no harm in at least asking if she was single. Eden might not have been actively seeking a girlfriend for the end of the world, but she wouldn’t turn her nose up at one either.

-Or even a good friend, if that were the case.

[wrencarson]

Wren laughed in reply, it was nice to have someone that she could actually relate to, not to mention that she was cute. She insinctively reached for her dogtags, fumbling around with the metal pieces. Her dogtags reminded her of war, and war reminded her of Mira. Her smile dropped for a second at the memory, the cold dead memory. Wren had hoped that the two of them would get married one day, may adopt a few kids and definitely some cats. But then the apocalypse came…

“No, I’m single right now.”

She laughed again, almost awkwardly this time.

“I guess the shaved head, prosthetic leg thing isn’t a turn on for most people.”

Wren pauses, maybe she shouldn’t have told Eddie about her leg so early on. But then again.. she felt safe around her, even comfortable. Although they had only just met, she felt like they had known each other for a lot longer. It was tempting to just lose herself to her emotions and give in to hugging Eddie, but her sensitive side had died a long time ago.

[edenshiloh]

Eden knew that look. She had barely met Wren but that sadness in her eyes was universal. Even if it wasn’t, it took one to know one. The only difference was that Eden didn’t let herself think about the girl she’d lost along the way. It was too painful, not just for her, the person who’d intended to get married and run away with her to Europe, but also for Parker. It was like-like that part of her life had to be hidden even from herself. Honestly, she’d been through too much hurt to hope like she did, too much pain to smile. She still did though, nodding her head as a gesture of solidarity.

“Yeah me too, not easy to pi-” She stopped and her head tilted to the side, looking over Wren’s shaved hair and then down to the supposed prosthetic. “-shouldn’t be a turn off either though. I mean, I like your hair, it’s probably easier to deal with than this.” She flipped the hair that’d escaped her ponytail away from her eyes. “Plus it really suits your face, it shows off the angle of your cheekbones.” Eden had studied a lot of anatomy in her day, and it showed sometimes.

“As for a prosthetic foot, that’s just plain cool. I mean I’m sure there’s a story behind it–i-if you wanna share, I don’t want to trigger anything uncomfortable for you?” Eden had yet to lose her softness. She had been to hell and back yeah, but like a space whale it only managed to make her kind. Sure that left her wide open to having her feelings hurt, but she was optimistic enough to hope for the best.

[wrencarson]

“Oh this old thing?”

She smiled, the change of topic seemed to ease the pain in her eyes. After all this time, she often forgot what it was like to have a ‘real’ leg. Granted she did get phantom pain every now and again but her carbon fibre prosthetic definetly had its benefits.

“During my time at war- I got caught in the blast and it tore most of my leg off.”

Wren traced her finger just above her knee, where prosthetic met flesh. She smiled sweetly as her time at war was equal parts good and bad.

“But hey… atleast I still have one leg.”

Wren took another sip of her coffee, it still tasted terrible. She glanced down at her feet, almost able to feel her phantom toes writing in her boots. Hand once again reaching for her dogtags, this time so she had something to fiddle with.

[edenshiloh]

“Caught in the blast, like an IED? That happened to my dad during the Iraq conflict, he got lucky though, most of his injuries were superficial.” Eden was an army brat, she knew the jargon, and she also knew her way around PTSD. Wren didn’t seem uncomfortable talking about it. There was no hesitation, no flinching, she approached the loss of her leg openly and honestly. From what Eden had learned in her ‘welcoming them home’ classes, that meant she was okay to talk about it. Perhaps not too much though, Eden didn’t want to be rude. 

“It’s better to see what we have than to miss what we’ve lost. I read that in a book somewhere once, helps me out a little.” She didn’t know if it’d help Wren of course, but she shared it anyways. The coffee in her cup was starting to go cold, she’d hated every sip of it but relished it all the same. It was bitter but the company was sweet and that was all that mattered, at least for the moment.

She glanced out the window, at the frost that’d settled on the ground. She’d never thought it got cold enough for that this far south and part of her hoped the wildlife could handle it. She looked back at Wren, like the bird and bit her lip. “Do you want to go for a walk with me? Romero says it’s important to get light exercise and, I’m not particularly keen on going alone..” Plus it meant she wouldn’t have to sneak and try to wake Parker up, that boy could sleep like the dead when the mood struck.

[wrencarson]

"I'd love to."

She replied quickly. Wren almost missed what Eddie was saying because she was lost in her eyes, she glanced down quickly in hope that Eddie wouldn't notice. Crap. Everything about her was perfect. And Wren couldn't help but admire her attitude. Better to see what we have, huh? A smile filled her face.

"Especially if it means spending more time with you."

Wren drank the last of her coffee, now bitter and cold, and set the cup on the table next to her. She would come back and wash it later. Her eyes flicked down to Eddies' lips, tempted for a moment but she hastily decided that it might be too soon. Maybe later, she thought to herself.

[wrencarson]

Wren walked into the mess hall on the hunt for coffee. For some reason this morning she yearned a good cup of coffee, She walked into the corner, where a small kettle and pot of instant coffee were situated. 

“This’ll have to do.” 

She sighed before tipping some of the coffee granuals into a worn mug. Wren clicked the kettle on and leant back on the table, eagerly waiting for the whistling. For a moment she thought about trying to find a coffee machine in the town over, so she would finally be able to get a decent drink. 

Her daydream was disrupted by the creek of the main door. Wren glanced over at the figure approaching, she hadn’t seen her before but at least it wasn’t Beck. And, oh god, was she pregnant? 

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had been hesitant about OCS, she had a hard time with strangers and no matter how nice everyone seemed-she didn’t trust them. Then out of nowhere Parker had appeared and honestly that was all she needed to feel safer. Now that she did she could give in to the one vice of pregnancy, even the early parts-food. She was hungry all the time. 

The books said that at this point it was expected, the baby was starting to grow beyond a tiny tadpole inside of her. A tiny tadpole that left enough of a bump on her that everyone she’d run into knew she was pregnant, they were nice but she was still-fearful was too strong of a word.

Anxious was more appropriate. She didn’t want to be around the bigger group, especially not at meal times when she was less than her naturally perky and polite self. It meant getting up earlier and sort of sneaking, but hey-she had a good excuse right? It was with that in mind she’d tried to slip quietly into the mess hall, if she was lucky the Russian man and his daughter would be the only ones in there. The little girl was sweet and curious, her father quiet and harmless-but neither of them were in the kitchen when she’d quietly stepped in.

“Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak-” Eden had seen her in camp, knew she was a member of the guard but had no idea what her name was. She smiled politely. “-I’m Eddie, Eddie Shiloh.”

[wrencarson]

The person in front of her was.. Cute. Yes, that was definitely the best word to use. Her aura oozed comfort and safety, she didn’t seem threatening whatsoever.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Wren.”

She smiled in response to her politeness, that wasn’t something that you encountered much in the apocalypse. Nervously she ran her fingers over her head. Wren glanced down at the kettle boiling on the hob and the jar of coffee next to it and the back up at the pregnant woman in front of her.

“Could I offer you a coffee.. Or tea maybe?”

Wren asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not pregnant women were meant to drink coffee. But it wasn’t a habit that she was willing to give up.

[edenshiloh]

Wren had strength, it was obvious in her shoulders and how she held herself, she didn’t come across as a threat though. She came across as a protector, honestly Eden felt a hell of a lot safer knowing there were women in the guard. On an unrelated note, a very attractive woman. Though Eden was almost certain she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. Even before the world ended Eden had a hard time meeting girls, and after the fact with a baby curled up all cozily inside of her.

“Wren, like the bird?” She tipped her head to the side slightly, watching Wren smile. She didn’t look like she did it enough, Eden understood that, but it was still cute enough to make her blush.

The question made her pause, she’d not had actual coffee (even the instant stuff) in a really long time. She missed it, best part of every day back when she was just a forensics student. She was quick to nod, but then Wren mentioned tea and she looked down, chuckling softly as she did. Her hand went to her stomach, the little swell of a baby that Parker was sweet enough to claim so she didn’t have to answer questions.

“Don’t worry, we’re allowed to have coffee.” She said looking back up, and then over wren’s head to the shelf the russian had left the cups on. “Though I’m not tall enough to reach the shelf, would you mind?”

[wrencarson]

“Not at all.”

Wren smiled, reaching up to the shelf to grab a cup for Eddie. As she brought it down to the table their eyes caught each other’s and Wren blushed. Eddie definetly had pretty eyes.

Wren tipped some instant coffee into her cup and brought the hot water over. She poured the hot water until the brim of each cup and then nudged it over to Eddie.

“Here.”

She smiled again, her face now slightly sore after smiling so much. Wren wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the heat warm her cold hands. She glanced again at Eddie’s stomach, her face dropping slightly. Damn, she though, she definetly didn’t have a chance. Her kind manner reminded her of her old girlfriend, Mira.

“So, who is the lucky fellow?”

Wren asked, voice dropping slightly at the end of the question.

[edenshiloh]

Eden, might have noticed the shape of Wren’s hips while she reached for the cup. It wasn’t something she focused on, that’d be impolite, but it still brought color to her cheeks. She bit the inside of her lip as she took the cup from the counter. She had seen Wren blushing and that warmed her up more than the coffee held between her hands just beneath her nose. She sipped it, chuckling softly, it was awful. Instant coffee always was, but the company made it worthwhile. 

If nothing else it was just nice to talk to someone besides herself again.

“Hm? Oh-” She didn’t wince visibly, but something very dark and painful played out just behind her eyes. Something she’d not been strong enough to fight off that left her sobbing on the ground. That was where Parker had found her, that was when he’d sworn they’d never be split up again. She didn’t hold the storm against him, so he’d kept his word up to this point. Even stepping up to a position she didn’t think anyone would want.

“My friend Parker, it um..” She chuckled, if anything because she couldn’t let herself cry. What happened was a secret. “It’s kind of a funny story. I used to date his sister, and we were both going to be police together..then all this happened and, I dunno got a little lonely..” It wasn’t remotely the truth of the matter, but she and Parker had gone over this loads of times. It was easier to tell a kid their parents were friends than that one of them was a monster.

”-but um, we’re not together though. I’m actually gay.“ She made sure to throw that in, just in case.

[wrencarson]

“Oh.. you’re gay?”

Wren asked, before giving herself a mini fist bump. A grin quickly broke out on her face but she held it back, desperately trying to act cool. It had been a while since she had met another gay woman, and this camp hadn’t given her much hope. But now.. she actually had a chance, and with such a beautiful woman as well.

Of course the thought of Mira lingered in the back of her mind, she could never forget her. But this was a new day, and although painful; Wren knew she had to move on. She bit her lip and smiled again.

“I’m gay too, well pan actually.”

Wren tried to drop it into the conversation casually, especially after seeing the dark look in Eddies eyes when the baby was brought up. Clearly there was something she wasn’t telling, but Wren was polite enough not to ask any further questions. She took another sip of the warm coffee, wincing slightly at the bitter taste of the instant coffee.

[edenshiloh]

Score.

Wait, no that was terribly impolite but still-score. Eden wasn’t the last non-heterosexual on earth after all. It was a little premature to celebrate said fact, after all Eden was still pregnant and Wren was still a stranger. It took the guessing out of the equation though and that meant that if by chance Wren was flirting with her. Eden could take it as face value instead of as basic complementary girl talk.

“I am so relieved right now, I thought the world had fallen to ‘the straights’ and we were all doomed.” Eden giggled before taking another sip of her coffee. She propped herself back against the counter as she did, relishing this one perfectly happy moment while it lasted.

It was such a contrast to what’d been going through her mind just seconds ago.

“So, would it be out of line of me to ask if you’re seeing anyone right now?” Hey she was doing good so far, she’d met a cute pan girl, there was no harm in at least asking if she was single. Eden might not have been actively seeking a girlfriend for the end of the world, but she wouldn’t turn her nose up at one either.

-Or even a good friend, if that were the case.

[wrencarson]

Wren laughed in reply, it was nice to have someone that she could actually relate to, not to mention that she was cute. She insinctively reached for her dogtags, fumbling around with the metal pieces. Her dogtags reminded her of war, and war reminded her of Mira. Her smile dropped for a second at the memory, the cold dead memory. Wren had hoped that the two of them would get married one day, may adopt a few kids and definitely some cats. But then the apocalypse came…

“No, I’m single right now.”

She laughed again, almost awkwardly this time.

“I guess the shaved head, prosthetic leg thing isn’t a turn on for most people.”

Wren pauses, maybe she shouldn’t have told Eddie about her leg so early on. But then again.. she felt safe around her, even comfortable. Although they had only just met, she felt like they had known each other for a lot longer. It was tempting to just lose herself to her emotions and give in to hugging Eddie, but her sensitive side had died a long time ago.

[edenshiloh]

Eden knew that look. She had barely met Wren but that sadness in her eyes was universal. Even if it wasn’t, it took one to know one. The only difference was that Eden didn’t let herself think about the girl she’d lost along the way. It was too painful, not just for her, the person who’d intended to get married and run away with her to Europe, but also for Parker. It was like-like that part of her life had to be hidden even from herself. Honestly, she’d been through too much hurt to hope like she did, too much pain to smile. She still did though, nodding her head as a gesture of solidarity.

“Yeah me too, not easy to pi-” She stopped and her head tilted to the side, looking over Wren’s shaved hair and then down to the supposed prosthetic. “-shouldn’t be a turn off either though. I mean, I like your hair, it’s probably easier to deal with than this.” She flipped the hair that’d escaped her ponytail away from her eyes. “Plus it really suits your face, it shows off the angle of your cheekbones.” Eden had studied a lot of anatomy in her day, and it showed sometimes.

“As for a prosthetic foot, that’s just plain cool. I mean I’m sure there’s a story behind it–i-if you wanna share, I don’t want to trigger anything uncomfortable for you?” Eden had yet to lose her softness. She had been to hell and back yeah, but like a space whale it only managed to make her kind. Sure that left her wide open to having her feelings hurt, but she was optimistic enough to hope for the best.

[wrencarson]

"Oh this old thing?"

She smiled, the change of topic seemed to ease the pain in her eyes. After all this time, she often forgot what it was like to have a 'real' leg. Granted she did get phantom pain every now and again but her carbon fibre prosthetic definetly had its benefits.

"During my time at war- I got caught in the blast and it tore most of my leg off."

Wren traced her finger just above her knee, where prosthetic met flesh. She smiled sweetly as her time at war was equal parts good and bad.

"But hey... atleast I still have one leg."

Wren took another sip of her coffee, it still tasted terrible. She glanced down at her feet, almost able to feel her phantom toes writing in her boots. Hand once again reaching for her dogtags, this time so she had something to fiddle with.

[wrencarson]

Wren walked into the mess hall on the hunt for coffee. For some reason this morning she yearned a good cup of coffee, She walked into the corner, where a small kettle and pot of instant coffee were situated. 

“This’ll have to do.” 

She sighed before tipping some of the coffee granuals into a worn mug. Wren clicked the kettle on and leant back on the table, eagerly waiting for the whistling. For a moment she thought about trying to find a coffee machine in the town over, so she would finally be able to get a decent drink. 

Her daydream was disrupted by the creek of the main door. Wren glanced over at the figure approaching, she hadn’t seen her before but at least it wasn’t Beck. And, oh god, was she pregnant? 

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had been hesitant about OCS, she had a hard time with strangers and no matter how nice everyone seemed-she didn’t trust them. Then out of nowhere Parker had appeared and honestly that was all she needed to feel safer. Now that she did she could give in to the one vice of pregnancy, even the early parts-food. She was hungry all the time. 

The books said that at this point it was expected, the baby was starting to grow beyond a tiny tadpole inside of her. A tiny tadpole that left enough of a bump on her that everyone she’d run into knew she was pregnant, they were nice but she was still-fearful was too strong of a word.

Anxious was more appropriate. She didn’t want to be around the bigger group, especially not at meal times when she was less than her naturally perky and polite self. It meant getting up earlier and sort of sneaking, but hey-she had a good excuse right? It was with that in mind she’d tried to slip quietly into the mess hall, if she was lucky the Russian man and his daughter would be the only ones in there. The little girl was sweet and curious, her father quiet and harmless-but neither of them were in the kitchen when she’d quietly stepped in.

“Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak-” Eden had seen her in camp, knew she was a member of the guard but had no idea what her name was. She smiled politely. “-I’m Eddie, Eddie Shiloh.”

[wrencarson]

The person in front of her was.. Cute. Yes, that was definitely the best word to use. Her aura oozed comfort and safety, she didn’t seem threatening whatsoever.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Wren.”

She smiled in response to her politeness, that wasn’t something that you encountered much in the apocalypse. Nervously she ran her fingers over her head. Wren glanced down at the kettle boiling on the hob and the jar of coffee next to it and the back up at the pregnant woman in front of her.

“Could I offer you a coffee.. Or tea maybe?”

Wren asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not pregnant women were meant to drink coffee. But it wasn’t a habit that she was willing to give up.

[edenshiloh]

Wren had strength, it was obvious in her shoulders and how she held herself, she didn’t come across as a threat though. She came across as a protector, honestly Eden felt a hell of a lot safer knowing there were women in the guard. On an unrelated note, a very attractive woman. Though Eden was almost certain she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. Even before the world ended Eden had a hard time meeting girls, and after the fact with a baby curled up all cozily inside of her.

“Wren, like the bird?” She tipped her head to the side slightly, watching Wren smile. She didn’t look like she did it enough, Eden understood that, but it was still cute enough to make her blush.

The question made her pause, she’d not had actual coffee (even the instant stuff) in a really long time. She missed it, best part of every day back when she was just a forensics student. She was quick to nod, but then Wren mentioned tea and she looked down, chuckling softly as she did. Her hand went to her stomach, the little swell of a baby that Parker was sweet enough to claim so she didn’t have to answer questions.

“Don’t worry, we’re allowed to have coffee.” She said looking back up, and then over wren’s head to the shelf the russian had left the cups on. “Though I’m not tall enough to reach the shelf, would you mind?”

[wrencarson]

“Not at all.”

Wren smiled, reaching up to the shelf to grab a cup for Eddie. As she brought it down to the table their eyes caught each other’s and Wren blushed. Eddie definetly had pretty eyes.

Wren tipped some instant coffee into her cup and brought the hot water over. She poured the hot water until the brim of each cup and then nudged it over to Eddie.

“Here.”

She smiled again, her face now slightly sore after smiling so much. Wren wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the heat warm her cold hands. She glanced again at Eddie’s stomach, her face dropping slightly. Damn, she though, she definetly didn’t have a chance. Her kind manner reminded her of her old girlfriend, Mira.

“So, who is the lucky fellow?”

Wren asked, voice dropping slightly at the end of the question.

[edenshiloh]

Eden, might have noticed the shape of Wren’s hips while she reached for the cup. It wasn’t something she focused on, that’d be impolite, but it still brought color to her cheeks. She bit the inside of her lip as she took the cup from the counter. She had seen Wren blushing and that warmed her up more than the coffee held between her hands just beneath her nose. She sipped it, chuckling softly, it was awful. Instant coffee always was, but the company made it worthwhile. 

If nothing else it was just nice to talk to someone besides herself again.

“Hm? Oh-” She didn’t wince visibly, but something very dark and painful played out just behind her eyes. Something she’d not been strong enough to fight off that left her sobbing on the ground. That was where Parker had found her, that was when he’d sworn they’d never be split up again. She didn’t hold the storm against him, so he’d kept his word up to this point. Even stepping up to a position she didn’t think anyone would want.

“My friend Parker, it um..” She chuckled, if anything because she couldn’t let herself cry. What happened was a secret. “It’s kind of a funny story. I used to date his sister, and we were both going to be police together..then all this happened and, I dunno got a little lonely..” It wasn’t remotely the truth of the matter, but she and Parker had gone over this loads of times. It was easier to tell a kid their parents were friends than that one of them was a monster.

”-but um, we’re not together though. I’m actually gay.“ She made sure to throw that in, just in case.

[wrencarson]

“Oh.. you’re gay?”

Wren asked, before giving herself a mini fist bump. A grin quickly broke out on her face but she held it back, desperately trying to act cool. It had been a while since she had met another gay woman, and this camp hadn’t given her much hope. But now.. she actually had a chance, and with such a beautiful woman as well.

Of course the thought of Mira lingered in the back of her mind, she could never forget her. But this was a new day, and although painful; Wren knew she had to move on. She bit her lip and smiled again.

“I’m gay too, well pan actually.”

Wren tried to drop it into the conversation casually, especially after seeing the dark look in Eddies eyes when the baby was brought up. Clearly there was something she wasn’t telling, but Wren was polite enough not to ask any further questions. She took another sip of the warm coffee, wincing slightly at the bitter taste of the instant coffee.

[edenshiloh]

Score.

Wait, no that was terribly impolite but still-score. Eden wasn’t the last non-heterosexual on earth after all. It was a little premature to celebrate said fact, after all Eden was still pregnant and Wren was still a stranger. It took the guessing out of the equation though and that meant that if by chance Wren was flirting with her. Eden could take it as face value instead of as basic complementary girl talk.

“I am so relieved right now, I thought the world had fallen to ‘the straights’ and we were all doomed.” Eden giggled before taking another sip of her coffee. She propped herself back against the counter as she did, relishing this one perfectly happy moment while it lasted.

It was such a contrast to what’d been going through her mind just seconds ago.

“So, would it be out of line of me to ask if you’re seeing anyone right now?” Hey she was doing good so far, she’d met a cute pan girl, there was no harm in at least asking if she was single. Eden might not have been actively seeking a girlfriend for the end of the world, but she wouldn’t turn her nose up at one either.

-Or even a good friend, if that were the case.

[wrencarson]

Wren laughed in reply, it was nice to have someone that she could actually relate to, not to mention that she was cute. She insinctively reached for her dogtags, fumbling around with the metal pieces. Her dogtags reminded her of war, and war reminded her of Mira. Her smile dropped for a second at the memory, the cold dead memory. Wren had hoped that the two of them would get married one day, may adopt a few kids and definitely some cats. But then the apocalypse came...

"No, I'm single right now."

She laughed again, almost awkwardly this time.

"I guess the shaved head, prosthetic leg thing isn't a turn on for most people."

Wren pauses, maybe she shouldn't have told Eddie about her leg so early on. But then again.. she felt safe around her, even comfortable. Although they had only just met, she felt like they had known each other for a lot longer. It was tempting to just lose herself to her emotions and give in to hugging Eddie, but her sensitive side had died a long time ago.

[wrencarson]

Wren walked into the mess hall on the hunt for coffee. For some reason this morning she yearned a good cup of coffee, She walked into the corner, where a small kettle and pot of instant coffee were situated. 

“This’ll have to do.” 

She sighed before tipping some of the coffee granuals into a worn mug. Wren clicked the kettle on and leant back on the table, eagerly waiting for the whistling. For a moment she thought about trying to find a coffee machine in the town over, so she would finally be able to get a decent drink. 

Her daydream was disrupted by the creek of the main door. Wren glanced over at the figure approaching, she hadn’t seen her before but at least it wasn’t Beck. And, oh god, was she pregnant? 

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had been hesitant about OCS, she had a hard time with strangers and no matter how nice everyone seemed-she didn’t trust them. Then out of nowhere Parker had appeared and honestly that was all she needed to feel safer. Now that she did she could give in to the one vice of pregnancy, even the early parts-food. She was hungry all the time. 

The books said that at this point it was expected, the baby was starting to grow beyond a tiny tadpole inside of her. A tiny tadpole that left enough of a bump on her that everyone she’d run into knew she was pregnant, they were nice but she was still-fearful was too strong of a word.

Anxious was more appropriate. She didn’t want to be around the bigger group, especially not at meal times when she was less than her naturally perky and polite self. It meant getting up earlier and sort of sneaking, but hey-she had a good excuse right? It was with that in mind she’d tried to slip quietly into the mess hall, if she was lucky the Russian man and his daughter would be the only ones in there. The little girl was sweet and curious, her father quiet and harmless-but neither of them were in the kitchen when she’d quietly stepped in.

“Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak-” Eden had seen her in camp, knew she was a member of the guard but had no idea what her name was. She smiled politely. “-I’m Eddie, Eddie Shiloh.”

[wrencarson]

The person in front of her was.. Cute. Yes, that was definitely the best word to use. Her aura oozed comfort and safety, she didn’t seem threatening whatsoever.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Wren.”

She smiled in response to her politeness, that wasn’t something that you encountered much in the apocalypse. Nervously she ran her fingers over her head. Wren glanced down at the kettle boiling on the hob and the jar of coffee next to it and the back up at the pregnant woman in front of her.

“Could I offer you a coffee.. Or tea maybe?”

Wren asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not pregnant women were meant to drink coffee. But it wasn’t a habit that she was willing to give up.

[edenshiloh]

Wren had strength, it was obvious in her shoulders and how she held herself, she didn’t come across as a threat though. She came across as a protector, honestly Eden felt a hell of a lot safer knowing there were women in the guard. On an unrelated note, a very attractive woman. Though Eden was almost certain she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. Even before the world ended Eden had a hard time meeting girls, and after the fact with a baby curled up all cozily inside of her.

“Wren, like the bird?” She tipped her head to the side slightly, watching Wren smile. She didn’t look like she did it enough, Eden understood that, but it was still cute enough to make her blush.

The question made her pause, she’d not had actual coffee (even the instant stuff) in a really long time. She missed it, best part of every day back when she was just a forensics student. She was quick to nod, but then Wren mentioned tea and she looked down, chuckling softly as she did. Her hand went to her stomach, the little swell of a baby that Parker was sweet enough to claim so she didn’t have to answer questions.

“Don’t worry, we’re allowed to have coffee.” She said looking back up, and then over wren’s head to the shelf the russian had left the cups on. “Though I’m not tall enough to reach the shelf, would you mind?”

[wrencarson]

“Not at all.”

Wren smiled, reaching up to the shelf to grab a cup for Eddie. As she brought it down to the table their eyes caught each other’s and Wren blushed. Eddie definetly had pretty eyes.

Wren tipped some instant coffee into her cup and brought the hot water over. She poured the hot water until the brim of each cup and then nudged it over to Eddie.

“Here.”

She smiled again, her face now slightly sore after smiling so much. Wren wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the heat warm her cold hands. She glanced again at Eddie’s stomach, her face dropping slightly. Damn, she though, she definetly didn’t have a chance. Her kind manner reminded her of her old girlfriend, Mira.

“So, who is the lucky fellow?”

Wren asked, voice dropping slightly at the end of the question.

[edenshiloh]

Eden, might have noticed the shape of Wren’s hips while she reached for the cup. It wasn’t something she focused on, that’d be impolite, but it still brought color to her cheeks. She bit the inside of her lip as she took the cup from the counter. She had seen Wren blushing and that warmed her up more than the coffee held between her hands just beneath her nose. She sipped it, chuckling softly, it was awful. Instant coffee always was, but the company made it worthwhile. 

If nothing else it was just nice to talk to someone besides herself again.

“Hm? Oh-” She didn’t wince visibly, but something very dark and painful played out just behind her eyes. Something she’d not been strong enough to fight off that left her sobbing on the ground. That was where Parker had found her, that was when he’d sworn they’d never be split up again. She didn’t hold the storm against him, so he’d kept his word up to this point. Even stepping up to a position she didn’t think anyone would want.

“My friend Parker, it um..” She chuckled, if anything because she couldn’t let herself cry. What happened was a secret. “It’s kind of a funny story. I used to date his sister, and we were both going to be police together..then all this happened and, I dunno got a little lonely..” It wasn’t remotely the truth of the matter, but she and Parker had gone over this loads of times. It was easier to tell a kid their parents were friends than that one of them was a monster.

”-but um, we’re not together though. I’m actually gay.“ She made sure to throw that in, just in case.

[wrencarson]

"Oh.. you're gay?"

Wren asked, before giving herself a mini fist bump. A grin quickly broke out on her face but she held it back, desperately trying to act cool. It had been a while since she had met another gay woman, and this camp hadn't given her much hope. But now.. she actually had a chance, and with such a beautiful woman as well.

Of course the thought of Mira lingered in the back of her mind, she could never forget her. But this was a new day, and although painful; Wren knew she had to move on. She bit her lip and smiled again.

"I'm gay too, well pan actually."

Wren tried to drop it into the conversation casually, especially after seeing the dark look in Eddies eyes when the baby was brought up. Clearly there was something she wasn't telling, but Wren was polite enough not to ask any further questions. She took another sip of the warm coffee, wincing slightly at the bitter taste of the instant coffee.

[wrencarson]

Wren walked into the mess hall on the hunt for coffee. For some reason this morning she yearned a good cup of coffee, She walked into the corner, where a small kettle and pot of instant coffee were situated. 

“This’ll have to do.” 

She sighed before tipping some of the coffee granuals into a worn mug. Wren clicked the kettle on and leant back on the table, eagerly waiting for the whistling. For a moment she thought about trying to find a coffee machine in the town over, so she would finally be able to get a decent drink. 

Her daydream was disrupted by the creek of the main door. Wren glanced over at the figure approaching, she hadn’t seen her before but at least it wasn’t Beck. And, oh god, was she pregnant? 

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had been hesitant about OCS, she had a hard time with strangers and no matter how nice everyone seemed-she didn’t trust them. Then out of nowhere Parker had appeared and honestly that was all she needed to feel safer. Now that she did she could give in to the one vice of pregnancy, even the early parts-food. She was hungry all the time. 

The books said that at this point it was expected, the baby was starting to grow beyond a tiny tadpole inside of her. A tiny tadpole that left enough of a bump on her that everyone she’d run into knew she was pregnant, they were nice but she was still-fearful was too strong of a word.

Anxious was more appropriate. She didn’t want to be around the bigger group, especially not at meal times when she was less than her naturally perky and polite self. It meant getting up earlier and sort of sneaking, but hey-she had a good excuse right? It was with that in mind she’d tried to slip quietly into the mess hall, if she was lucky the Russian man and his daughter would be the only ones in there. The little girl was sweet and curious, her father quiet and harmless-but neither of them were in the kitchen when she’d quietly stepped in.

“Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak-” Eden had seen her in camp, knew she was a member of the guard but had no idea what her name was. She smiled politely. “-I’m Eddie, Eddie Shiloh.”

[wrencarson]

The person in front of her was.. Cute. Yes, that was definitely the best word to use. Her aura oozed comfort and safety, she didn’t seem threatening whatsoever.

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Wren.”

She smiled in response to her politeness, that wasn’t something that you encountered much in the apocalypse. Nervously she ran her fingers over her head. Wren glanced down at the kettle boiling on the hob and the jar of coffee next to it and the back up at the pregnant woman in front of her.

“Could I offer you a coffee.. Or tea maybe?”

Wren asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not pregnant women were meant to drink coffee. But it wasn’t a habit that she was willing to give up.

[edenshiloh]

Wren had strength, it was obvious in her shoulders and how she held herself, she didn’t come across as a threat though. She came across as a protector, honestly Eden felt a hell of a lot safer knowing there were women in the guard. On an unrelated note, a very attractive woman. Though Eden was almost certain she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. Even before the world ended Eden had a hard time meeting girls, and after the fact with a baby curled up all cozily inside of her.

“Wren, like the bird?” She tipped her head to the side slightly, watching Wren smile. She didn’t look like she did it enough, Eden understood that, but it was still cute enough to make her blush.

The question made her pause, she’d not had actual coffee (even the instant stuff) in a really long time. She missed it, best part of every day back when she was just a forensics student. She was quick to nod, but then Wren mentioned tea and she looked down, chuckling softly as she did. Her hand went to her stomach, the little swell of a baby that Parker was sweet enough to claim so she didn’t have to answer questions.

“Don’t worry, we’re allowed to have coffee.” She said looking back up, and then over wren’s head to the shelf the russian had left the cups on. “Though I’m not tall enough to reach the shelf, would you mind?”

[wrencarson]

"Not at all."

Wren smiled, reaching up to the shelf to grab a cup for Eddie. As she brought it down to the table their eyes caught each other's and Wren blushed. Eddie definetly had pretty eyes.

Wren tipped some instant coffee into her cup and brought the hot water over. She poured the hot water until the brim of each cup and then nudged it over to Eddie.

"Here."

She smiled again, her face now slightly sore after smiling so much. Wren wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the heat warm her cold hands. She glanced again at Eddie's stomach, her face dropping slightly. Damn, she though, she definetly didn't have a chance. Her kind manner reminded her of her old girlfriend, Mira.

"So, who is the lucky fellow?"

Wren asked, voice dropping slightly at the end of the question.

[wrencarson]

Wren walked into the mess hall on the hunt for coffee. For some reason this morning she yearned a good cup of coffee, She walked into the corner, where a small kettle and pot of instant coffee were situated. 

“This’ll have to do.” 

She sighed before tipping some of the coffee granuals into a worn mug. Wren clicked the kettle on and leant back on the table, eagerly waiting for the whistling. For a moment she thought about trying to find a coffee machine in the town over, so she would finally be able to get a decent drink. 

Her daydream was disrupted by the creek of the main door. Wren glanced over at the figure approaching, she hadn’t seen her before but at least it wasn’t Beck. And, oh god, was she pregnant? 

@edenshiloh

[edenshiloh]

Eden had been hesitant about OCS, she had a hard time with strangers and no matter how nice everyone seemed-she didn’t trust them. Then out of nowhere Parker had appeared and honestly that was all she needed to feel safer. Now that she did she could give in to the one vice of pregnancy, even the early parts-food. She was hungry all the time. 

The books said that at this point it was expected, the baby was starting to grow beyond a tiny tadpole inside of her. A tiny tadpole that left enough of a bump on her that everyone she’d run into knew she was pregnant, they were nice but she was still-fearful was too strong of a word.

Anxious was more appropriate. She didn’t want to be around the bigger group, especially not at meal times when she was less than her naturally perky and polite self. It meant getting up earlier and sort of sneaking, but hey-she had a good excuse right? It was with that in mind she’d tried to slip quietly into the mess hall, if she was lucky the Russian man and his daughter would be the only ones in there. The little girl was sweet and curious, her father quiet and harmless-but neither of them were in the kitchen when she’d quietly stepped in.

“Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak-” Eden had seen her in camp, knew she was a member of the guard but had no idea what her name was. She smiled politely. “-I’m Eddie, Eddie Shiloh.”

[wrencarson]

The person in front of her was.. Cute. Yes, that was definitely the best word to use. Her aura oozed comfort and safety, she didn't seem threatening whatsoever.

"Nice to meet you Eddie, I'm Wren."

She smiled in response to her politeness, that wasn't something that you encountered much in the apocalypse. Nervously she ran her fingers over her head. Wren glanced down at the kettle boiling on the hob and the jar of coffee next to it and the back up at the pregnant woman in front of her.

"Could I offer you a coffee.. Or tea maybe?"

Wren asked hesitantly, unsure whether or not pregnant women were meant to drink coffee. But it wasn't a habit that she was willing to give up.