George had been pretty pleased with herself. She'd dispatched the wraiths to their eternal rewards--though in their case, she hoped it involved lakes of fire and pitchforks--and was returning to the bunker for a nice cup of coffee to celebrate. That hadn't lasted long.
The news of the massacre at the beach camp had spread fast among the bunker's inhabitants. George found eyes turning toward her when she entered the cafeteria. "What?" she'd asked, glancing down at herself to see if she had Wraith ichor all over her.
Then she'd heard the news. "Fuck!" She'd tossed the coffee mug she'd just picked up back onto the counter and went looking for Chris. And she'd found him talking to May.
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[George] A reaper's work is never done...
Date: 2006-09-26 12:21 am (UTC)The news of the massacre at the beach camp had spread fast among the bunker's inhabitants. George found eyes turning toward her when she entered the cafeteria. "What?" she'd asked, glancing down at herself to see if she had Wraith ichor all over her.
Then she'd heard the news. "Fuck!" She'd tossed the coffee mug she'd just picked up back onto the counter and went looking for Chris. And she'd found him talking to May.
"I hear you're looking for me and Daisy?"