( it's human to think of the things that make it easier -- and thankfully, it's the platonic that does -- so for a moment she recalls why L.A. had been simpler. it wasn't just being away from the enclosed tightness of space. it'd been a warm presence right by her, that she could touch, reassure herself was real, hear complain if she moved too much or was too hot or anything else too much of something else.
she wasn't so afraid of her own memories, and the perversion of fears tied up in those memories, when she didn't feel like she was on her own. but how to ask that of anyone? caesar had helped, without knowing what he was helping, and without precisely volunteering.
back here, it hasn't been as sharp as it was before, but her nightmares are still ugly masses of morphs held too long, partially human creations, burnt bodies twisting and screaming in a pain they can't escape. an explosion over a city. the zombies, taking on semi-familiar faces, first kelly, then james, later marco, even, and cassie. jake. timmy. her mother.
her brother. )
It's just dreams. They'll get better. They usually do, it's just -- hard when we're all living on top of each other, you know?
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she wasn't so afraid of her own memories, and the perversion of fears tied up in those memories, when she didn't feel like she was on her own. but how to ask that of anyone? caesar had helped, without knowing what he was helping, and without precisely volunteering.
back here, it hasn't been as sharp as it was before, but her nightmares are still ugly masses of morphs held too long, partially human creations, burnt bodies twisting and screaming in a pain they can't escape. an explosion over a city. the zombies, taking on semi-familiar faces, first kelly, then james, later marco, even, and cassie. jake. timmy. her mother.
her brother. )
It's just dreams. They'll get better. They usually do, it's just -- hard when we're all living on top of each other, you know?