so here's my hope, my tired soul. ( open )

[schnapp]

Who| beth green / open
What| one zombie survivor gets used to showers. and actual food.
Where| training center
When| afternoon
Warnings/Notes| tba



TRAINING CENTER COMMONS

She's been here for a day now, enough time to convince herself that this isn't some kind of awful dream. In a lot of ways, it's almost surreal. For one, she's clean for the first time in months - actually, truly clean. In part, thanks to the efforts of her prep team, who had tsked at the filthy and matted state of her when she'd been brought in.

So here she is, squeaky clean and sitting in the corner of the common area in front of one of the many television screens. Watching one of the programs that seem to run around the clock. This time, it's highlights from the last arena.

Beth's no stranger to violence. Her life has been full of it for the last two years, ever since the dead stopped staying dead. She's seen a lot of it. But this is a full highlight real of awful, grisly murder being narrated by people with chipper voices like some kind of sick sports event.

"I'm gonna be sick," she mumbles quietly, mostly to herself.

TRAINING CENTER RESTAURANT

They give her more food than she's ever seen in her life, and Beth looks down at it like it's an alien thing. Like it can't possibly be real. She's perched on the edge of the bar on a stool with a plate heaped high and for a moment, she doesn't make any move to eat it. Because even before everything went wrong, they never had food like this on a farm where they grew mostly everything they ate.

She sort of just looks at it, fork in hand, like she's in shock.

Comments

[schnapp]

Although she nods at the correct spelling, it's what Nill happens to write afterwards that catches her eye. Beth knows that in an ideal world, she'd probably be much more of a kid than she is right now. Everyone in the zombie apocalypse is forced to grow up fast. As an 18 year old, she'd probably be...thinking about college, maybe. Definitely into the idea of ice cream.

She's hit with the most sudden wave of nostalgia, lighting up at the idea of experiencing that again.

"Ice cream," she breathes, like it's a word she's forgotten how to pronounce. "Oh my god."

[reassures]

Clearly ice cream was a very good course of action. She nods, beaming, and writes another note. As she holds it up she makes a gesture towards the doors that lead outside.

they have lots of flavors.
do you want to go?

[schnapp]

Ice cream is the greatest course of action. Beth's nodding, before she can even help herself. "I do. But only if you come with," because in a city full of people who are regularly killing each other, she really does want to reach out to everyone who isn't.

wanna call it good here or keep going? I am cool with either!

[reassures]

That sounds like a wonderful plan, and Beth is so sweet. If at all possible, Nill's smile widens, and she nods her head enthusiastically. After a brief moment of pause, she offers Beth her hand, even if it's only to help her up.

She knows exactly where they can go.

we can call it and do another thread or smth!!

[schnapp]

The hand gets taken with no hesitation, and she's already thinking about how long it's been since she's had anything like that. And how long it'll be until their world gets to the point where it's possible again.

They could have frozen yogurt. Basically: Beth will follow Nill over to wherever she wants to take them. She's trusting her with her first ice cream experience in years, so.

It's kind of a big deal.