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Saturday, November 8th, 2014 04:03 amJust when Maria had actually sort of started to like being in Darrow, everything had gone to hell.
Friday had started out perfectly normal. She'd caught the bus to work and chatted pleasantly with her boss as they prepared the shop for opening. Then her boss had disappeared. Literally disappeared. Maria had run outside and found it similarly empty. She walked quickly from street to street, heading in the direction of her apartment building, spotting only a few people along the way who, from a distance, all looked similarly confused.
Maria didn't know how normal this sort thing was here. Her plan had been to lock herself in her apartment and wait it out. But it was now Monday and, according to the news, most of the city's population was still missing. She was beginning to worry that they might never come back.
But her biggest concern right now was food. And toilet paper. And soap. 'How was I supposed to know I'd need to stock up on these things!?'
She was beginning to realize that she would probably have to leave Candlewood eventually. But maybe she didn't have to go out alone? Maybe she could find someone else in the apartment building and they could go out together? Better yet, maybe she wouldn't have to leave the building at all? Maybe she would find someone who had enough supplies to share until everything went back to normal?
Maria grabbed a cardboard box and filled it will most of what she had left. Pasta, cheese, batteries - anything she thought she might be able to trade or share. She went from door to door, working her way up from the second floor to the third floor and so on. A few front doors were already open, and it didn't seem as if anyone was inside. It crossed her mind to enter, have a look around, but she decided not to, at least not yet.
'I need people,' she thought, putting down the heavy box to give her arms a break, 'Not even friends necessarily, but a team, like I used to have. I'm not Miss Independent, as much as I might try to be. There's safety in numbers. I need people I can go to when there's trouble. I need people I can trust. I need people who would drop everything to help me, and I would drop everything to help them.'
She knocked on the door to apartment 6A and waited. She knocked again. Still no luck. Hope was dwindling, but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. She knocked on the door to 6B.
Friday had started out perfectly normal. She'd caught the bus to work and chatted pleasantly with her boss as they prepared the shop for opening. Then her boss had disappeared. Literally disappeared. Maria had run outside and found it similarly empty. She walked quickly from street to street, heading in the direction of her apartment building, spotting only a few people along the way who, from a distance, all looked similarly confused.
Maria didn't know how normal this sort thing was here. Her plan had been to lock herself in her apartment and wait it out. But it was now Monday and, according to the news, most of the city's population was still missing. She was beginning to worry that they might never come back.
But her biggest concern right now was food. And toilet paper. And soap. 'How was I supposed to know I'd need to stock up on these things!?'
She was beginning to realize that she would probably have to leave Candlewood eventually. But maybe she didn't have to go out alone? Maybe she could find someone else in the apartment building and they could go out together? Better yet, maybe she wouldn't have to leave the building at all? Maybe she would find someone who had enough supplies to share until everything went back to normal?
Maria grabbed a cardboard box and filled it will most of what she had left. Pasta, cheese, batteries - anything she thought she might be able to trade or share. She went from door to door, working her way up from the second floor to the third floor and so on. A few front doors were already open, and it didn't seem as if anyone was inside. It crossed her mind to enter, have a look around, but she decided not to, at least not yet.
'I need people,' she thought, putting down the heavy box to give her arms a break, 'Not even friends necessarily, but a team, like I used to have. I'm not Miss Independent, as much as I might try to be. There's safety in numbers. I need people I can go to when there's trouble. I need people I can trust. I need people who would drop everything to help me, and I would drop everything to help them.'
She knocked on the door to apartment 6A and waited. She knocked again. Still no luck. Hope was dwindling, but she wasn't ready to give up just yet. She knocked on the door to 6B.
