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the stranger โฐ loc; the woods โฐ tagged; joel โฐ mentioned; none
- 'bad things come in threes' has almost always been a superstition that lilian believed in, because more often than not it's actually been true. lately though, it seems like bad things..people..things..come in waves. when everything started it soon became clear that this life would never be one that she became accustomed with. at least not easily. time and time again, day after day, she's hit by the wave. it never fails to grab her by her core and chill to the bone.
before, it was incredibly easy to get lost in the darkness outside and in her own mind. all it took was rough fingers swiping over her once carefully placed tattoos to remind her of that. a difficult time that she almost refused to look back on, but that never worked out very well. at least now she had another person to suffer through the times with..for now. not a single day was ever guaranteed, but there's no doubt they've gotten out of sticky situations together that would have gone differently if they'd been alone. whether she admitted it or not, she and joel worked well together. having another person around kept her from slipping back to that dark place.
the only darkness it seemed she couldn't escape was that of the night. they always took watch in turns, but it felt like no matter what she did she always ended up staring out in the distance all throughout the night. sleep was not something she enjoyed considering she was always met with nightmares that were more or less a reality. what she did enjoy was watching the sky shift colors from black to navy blue, and then eventually a grey blue color. a tell tale sign that they had made it through another night. a win in her books.
this also meant the she no longer had to sit around, so another win. every morning she would get hit with an adrenaline rush that got her through the day. usually from thinking of what to expect or thinking of the events that happened on previous days. nothing like envisioning your past near death experiences to wake you up. it was joel's own rustling around that made her get moving so they could start their day. lifting her backpack up off her feet and slinging it over her shoulders. she didn't dare look through was little provisions she had left because it would only create a pit in her stomach that would leave her nauseous for days. then again, maybe she should. it would prevent her from eating one of her last cereal bars.
dark eyes glanced over and up at the man beside her as his words travelled to her ears. to head east or to go back the way they came. slow, calculated breaths made her chest rise as fall as she thought for a few quiet seconds, shaking her head once. "we already know what's back there, and we know what's here.." her words trickled off for a moment before she brought her eyes back up to his. decision making was the hard part. if they chose wrong they could be dead by this time tomorrow. "i say..we use the shack as the middle point. head east, the same distance as town is from here. if we don't find anything we can come back here and try our luck in the other direction tomorrow."