Post #18

[[Locked against the Riddicks]]

Alice waits until she can’t hear Leela’s footsteps anymore then takes her paper and pen out of her pocket. She pushes herself off the bed and walks over to the window. She sits down on the sill and starts scribbling.

What a difference a day makes, I’m… safe. Funny how such a small word feels so big. Gratitude does too. I keep expecting Leela to say, “Yeah I’m helping you now but… in return you’ve got to go kill so and so for me.” Sad thing is, depending on when she asked, I just might agree. That’s what I was… no I am not just a weapon. Thankfully I don’t think she’d ask that of me. Sleep… I should be sleeping now. So tired, this time I can’t even blame how I feel on it, just my own stubbornness.

She stops writing for a second and just looks outside. Peaceful… she shakes her head and starts scribbling again.

I always have to keep my control… would be nice for a little bit if I didn’t have to. But who am I kidding? Control is the name of the game. Play to win, win to play, play to live, and live to play… What the hell am I writing?! Okay... that’s enough thinking for one night, there’s a nice warm bed waiting for me… bed yeah, that’s the ticket… no dreams…

She stands up and slips the pen and paper into her pocket then slips out of her pants. She pads over to the chair and lays them over the back, she leans against it when the world suddenly goes fuzzy. Bringing a hand up to her forehead, she takes a few deep breaths and forces herself to focus. At least until she makes it into bed. She pushes herself away and makes her way around the room, cutting off all the lights as she stumbles along. Chuckling softly she slips under the cool covers, figuring that right now she probably looks just like one of the T-Virus zombies, minus the whole decaying flesh thing. She curls up under the sheets and is fast asleep before she can think of anything else.

Post #19

After a quick shower Alice regretfully puts on the same clothes that she wore yesterday. Later, she plans on sneaking back into the hotel and getting some clothes, hopefully he won’t be there. She runs her hands through her wet hair then straightens up the bathroom, wiping the drops of water off of the floor then throwing the towels and wash rags in the hamper. Once she’s all done she takes a quick look around and nods once. Everything looks okay. She’s still not sure how she got here exactly but then again a lot of things from the past few days are fuzzy. But that’s all beside the point, there’s no need to be a slob and take advantage of the hospitality she’s been offered.

Me and the bathroom are c-lean! Okay, here’s the plan, go back to my… the room and tidy that up too then hunt up some food before I start gnawing on a door frame or something.

She practically tip toes back to the room, it’s not that she’s afraid of anybody catching her; it’s more along the lines that she doesn’t want to disturb anybody. Her stomach starts growling as she makes the bed and that makes her work faster. She feels like she could take on the worlds but she’s ravenous! She smoothes the wrinkles out of the bed covers than heads back out into the hallway and down the stairs. She vaguely remembers that she was in a kitchen once and she’s pretty sure it’s still there.