Post by Emily Rome on Jul 23, 2017 10:58:46 GMT -5
It had never dawned on Emily to go to the clubhouse. She vaguely remembered where it was. It wasn't like she was very involved with her brother's gangster bad boy shit. Emily was around the fools enough to consider them family. To be honest most of them were good guys and despite Emily wanting to make her life about something other than the club, all of the members were fiercely protective over Emily. She was Johnny's little sister. Weather she threw herself into the club or not you just didn't fuck with her. There were times before the outbreak that Johnny had fools follow Emily without her knowing.
There was a time when some asshole was giving her trouble. Some guy at work who wouldn't take no for an answer. Emily had thought about calling the police, but suddenly he just stopped bothering her. He even quit his job and left so she shrugged and thought nothing of it. She never knew that it was an ass whipping from the fools behind the scenes that got him to relent.
Emily was used to making it on her own. Even though, she got some behind the scenes help from her brother Emily cared about her independence. She was prideful and wanted to know that the world couldn't keep her from standing on her own two feet. This seemed less important now days. Emily sat inside an apartment. The recliner was pulled right up next to the window. She peered out through the blinds and her eyes widened as she saw a few trucks moving down the road.
She wondered who was in them. Were they friendly? Did they have food? Emily slunk back in her recliner. She wasn't going to reach out to them. Honestly the thought of staying in Detroit was pretty depressing with the ghost of her brother lingering around. Emily thought about their parents. They had a good childhood. It wasn't like they wanted for anything in life. Their parents were middle class making it the best they could, but they were loved. Emily just wished she could see her parents one last time, maybe give her hardheaded brother a hug.
She sighed and moved through the apartment. Emily crawled into the bed of her makeshift camp. She slipped between the sheets and began to cry in silence. Warm streams moved down her cheeks as she thought about how she was never going to see them again. She didn't know that literally 15 minutes down the road there was a club reunion about to go down. She wasn't even entirely sure where the clubhouse was at, but the earlier sound of gunshots didn't exactly make her want to go snooping around. So Emily laid in bed and cried until eventually she fell asleep more hungry than tired.