[It's been about a week, at least, since Allison woke up here. Every day is the same, keep an eye on Stiles and Lydia, search around for food and weapons and other things and in the mean time try not to get bitten by a zombie.
That last one is really, really important.
It's not easy here. Things are rocky with Derek, Erica and Isaac and she knows that's the way it has to be after everything she's done but it's still hard. She feels constantly on edge, like she has to prove something. Okay, maybe she went too far, she gets that but her mother died. She hadn't been in her right mind.
Still, she's out looking for supplies and it's a little later than she usually stays out. So she's on guard more than usual. Her right hand is covered with the spiked gauntlet they provided her with (they've yet to give her a better weapon, and she's yet to find one) just in case.
She doesn't notice it at first, but soon she begins to hear footsteps behind her. Her heart beats wildly in her chest and she spins around unsure of what to expect --
It's not Derek or a zombie or anything she has to worry about it's Scott. It's not the first time she's thought about him being here (selfishly, she's wished he would show up since she arrived) but he's actually here and in spite of hersef she feels her eyes water up a little.
Because it's been hard being here, and not because of the zombies and Scott's always been the one person she feels like she can just let her guard around. Which is why without giving it much thought she's rushing towards him, wrapping the arm that isn't covered in an archaic weapon around him in a tight hug.]
Scott. It's you. [The words are said softly, like she doesn't quite believe it.
She knows, she broke up with him and maybe it's selfish seeking out this comfort anyways, but she can't help it. It's Scott.]
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That last one is really, really important.
It's not easy here. Things are rocky with Derek, Erica and Isaac and she knows that's the way it has to be after everything she's done but it's still hard. She feels constantly on edge, like she has to prove something. Okay, maybe she went too far, she gets that but her mother died. She hadn't been in her right mind.
Still, she's out looking for supplies and it's a little later than she usually stays out. So she's on guard more than usual. Her right hand is covered with the spiked gauntlet they provided her with (they've yet to give her a better weapon, and she's yet to find one) just in case.
She doesn't notice it at first, but soon she begins to hear footsteps behind her. Her heart beats wildly in her chest and she spins around unsure of what to expect --
It's not Derek or a zombie or anything she has to worry about it's Scott. It's not the first time she's thought about him being here (selfishly, she's wished he would show up since she arrived) but he's actually here and in spite of hersef she feels her eyes water up a little.
Because it's been hard being here, and not because of the zombies and Scott's always been the one person she feels like she can just let her guard around. Which is why without giving it much thought she's rushing towards him, wrapping the arm that isn't covered in an archaic weapon around him in a tight hug.]
Scott. It's you. [The words are said softly, like she doesn't quite believe it.
She knows, she broke up with him and maybe it's selfish seeking out this comfort anyways, but she can't help it. It's Scott.]