Post by Julie Archer on Aug 3, 2017 13:41:45 GMT -5
He asked about her story. Julie's story was a sad one and she doubted he really cared about the details. Julie moved around the furniture area until she found a recliner on display. She plopped in it sitting across from him. Her knees pointed awkwardly inward as her feet turned in opposite directions. Looking right at him she smirked. "What's to tell? Bad shit happens to everyone. Can't avoid it." She said softly as her attention turned to the glass doors up front. She could see the shapes through the window. Banging at the glass in a fruitless effort to gnash their teeth on flesh.
Turning back to William she sighed. All the people she had come to know in this life had their own aspects. Tegan was cool and disconnected. It was her way of leading. Bailey was 180 degrees in the opposite direction. She was a wild little firecracker who was never afraid to show emotion. Julie found herself walking a tightrope between the two personalities. She could be crass, she could also be cold and detached. Julie's hair fell from her bun. The long strands sliding down her shoulder and raining over the soft leather of her jacket.
She supposed he was right. The club would come looking for them eventually. They didn't seem the type to leave people behind. "I may not look it, but I'm tougher than you think." Julie averted her eyes away. She scanned the store for anything useful nearby. It was dark. Shinning the light around she didn't see much. Her flashlight landed on a mannequin standing just off to the side of the bed she hadn't noticed before. She gasped as her heart caught in her chest. She thought it was a walker about to eat William. Her startled surprise almost directly contradicted her last statement.
"Don't call me sweetheart, I ain't'chur sweetheart. Only one man's had that honor and he's probably dead." Julie said abruptly. It made it sound as if Rook was more important to her than he was. Like he had held some special place in her heart. Honestly she hadn't really known him that well. He was there for a time and then he was gone. They were like ships passing in the night. Only in each other's lives for the briefest of times and then they were never to see each other again.
Julie had made peace with the death of her family. The losses had stacked so high that it was becoming easier and easier to deal with. Lane, Charly, Brina, Tegan, Bailey, Tyler, Rook, Jordan... The last two were not really deep connections, but they were people she had cared about and they were gone. They were soft transitions into becoming more calloused. More jaded like William. She didn't feel anything about Jordan. She felt very little about Rook. The fact that they were dead didn't bother her. The fact that Tegan and Bailey were dead had lost it's sting over time as well. Julie wondered quietly if she was becoming cold in her fight for survival. She thought about it awhile....
With a sigh she stood up. Moving over to the bed she took the bottle back and took several long heavy gulps. Fuck it. She thought. If I'm going to be a cold hearted bitch I might as well feel something. He's not that bad looking after all. Julie moved up to the bed. She threw one leg over him and straddled him as he laid there. The hint of a smile pulling at her face. The sound of the dead wailing in the background didn't deter her. She allowed the jacket to slip senually from her shoulders in a slow teasing way. She reached up and pulled the rest of her hair from the bun and allowed it to flow around her thin shoulders. Julie leaned down and pressed her lips into Williams. If they were going to die, she was doing it on her terms.