Post by Tory Bournell on Oct 18, 2015 19:36:09 GMT -5
"Tory! Get up! You'll miss the bus!" A groan that could wake the dead answered Tory's mom.
October 2nd, 2012
'Nowhereland', Minnesota, USA
Tuesday, 7:50 AM
A half hour and a morning routine later, she was ready to head out the door. "Cya, love ya mom! Talk with ya later!" The teen quickly gave her mom a hug and rushed outside to catch the bus with a small yawn. She didn't know how the other kids who lived further from town did it each morning. Had she not given up caffeine for volleyball, coffee might have been her best friend.
Her family's driveway wasn't long but it was gravel. It must have rained last night. She thought as she dodged the mud and puddles. It was difficult in a dress and heels. That was her favorite part of Game Day, besides the whole game part, dressing up.
Brrrrrr. The wind nipped at her arms and legs but it wasn't long before the bus offered her salvation. "Morning Mr. Roger!" The little kids had managed to take the back, surprise surprise, but she found her friend Katy in the middle seats. Even in heels, Tory was shorter than her 5'8" brunette bff. "Katy! You're so pretty!" They complimented each others looks before turning to the usual girl talk and taking a #gameday selfie. A couple guy friends joined the girls at the next stop, making them both blush with a few sweet remarks and making Katy stare bullets with a few more 'smart' ones. Tory just giggled and rolled her eyes. She, as usual, was all smiles. They'd meet the rest of the crew at school. Today was going to be a good day.
'Is it still Summer?', 2013
'Somewhere', Quebec, Canada
'Feels like a Monday', Evening
That was less than a year ago. Tory remembered life before with wet eyes. Much like today's weather... She didn't know where Katy was. She didn't know where any of her friends were. She no longer wore dresses. She no longer had the opportunity too. It was her and her family and the convoy. That was the extent of her world now, as they traveled across Canada in search of respite from the undead.
The back of an extended cab truck. The back of an extended cab truck with blocked windows. That's all she saw half the time, when the air horns sounded, when danger was around. Her parents said it was for the better; she didn't need to see such gruesome sites. In the meantime, she continued to doodle in her diary. The sound of 'Fall Out Boy' blaring from her earbuds drowned out the rumbling of engines as the column rode on. Tory went back to remembering better times. Pandemics suck. She wished for her old life back or at least a calendar or a clock. She couldn't help but let a small smile escape today's gloomy mood. At least we're safe.
To Be Continued.
October 2nd, 2012
'Nowhereland', Minnesota, USA
Tuesday, 7:50 AM
A half hour and a morning routine later, she was ready to head out the door. "Cya, love ya mom! Talk with ya later!" The teen quickly gave her mom a hug and rushed outside to catch the bus with a small yawn. She didn't know how the other kids who lived further from town did it each morning. Had she not given up caffeine for volleyball, coffee might have been her best friend.
Her family's driveway wasn't long but it was gravel. It must have rained last night. She thought as she dodged the mud and puddles. It was difficult in a dress and heels. That was her favorite part of Game Day, besides the whole game part, dressing up.
Brrrrrr. The wind nipped at her arms and legs but it wasn't long before the bus offered her salvation. "Morning Mr. Roger!" The little kids had managed to take the back, surprise surprise, but she found her friend Katy in the middle seats. Even in heels, Tory was shorter than her 5'8" brunette bff. "Katy! You're so pretty!" They complimented each others looks before turning to the usual girl talk and taking a #gameday selfie. A couple guy friends joined the girls at the next stop, making them both blush with a few sweet remarks and making Katy stare bullets with a few more 'smart' ones. Tory just giggled and rolled her eyes. She, as usual, was all smiles. They'd meet the rest of the crew at school. Today was going to be a good day.
'Is it still Summer?', 2013
'Somewhere', Quebec, Canada
'Feels like a Monday', Evening
That was less than a year ago. Tory remembered life before with wet eyes. Much like today's weather... She didn't know where Katy was. She didn't know where any of her friends were. She no longer wore dresses. She no longer had the opportunity too. It was her and her family and the convoy. That was the extent of her world now, as they traveled across Canada in search of respite from the undead.
The back of an extended cab truck. The back of an extended cab truck with blocked windows. That's all she saw half the time, when the air horns sounded, when danger was around. Her parents said it was for the better; she didn't need to see such gruesome sites. In the meantime, she continued to doodle in her diary. The sound of 'Fall Out Boy' blaring from her earbuds drowned out the rumbling of engines as the column rode on. Tory went back to remembering better times. Pandemics suck. She wished for her old life back or at least a calendar or a clock. She couldn't help but let a small smile escape today's gloomy mood. At least we're safe.
To Be Continued.