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VII - 10/31/21

I hadn’t felt that much love since the day our baby was born. I thought i’d never feel that way ever again, especially after we buried him.

But I did, when I looked into the eyes my son had inherited.

When I saw Richard, I lost all control. His arms wrapped around my tiny, frail fram as I cried into his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of my head and whispered, “It’s okay, Lizzie. I’m here.”

The past few days, we have been busy forming a new plan. Or rather, filling me in on the new plan. Ultimately, the new plan is the same as the old one - to survive, and to find a cure. We are headed north, to headquarters. Lucy made contact with us just before we hit the road, to let us know she and Harry made it to HQ safely. We’ll rendezvous with them and figure out how to save the world from there.

We’ve also brought along one of the girls who rescued me. Her name is Chondra, and she’s a grad student in the genetics department of the university, working on her thesis. Her ideas of fun are rewriting genetic sequences and blasting the heads off zombies. She’s an angel, sent from my Jimmy to protect his father and me. Her friends plan to meet up with us at headquarters after they evacuate any stragglers from the city.

Right now, Richard is driving and Chondra is writing out equations on the windows of the van. The pitter-patter of raindrops and the rumble of distant thunder enhances the mood of the song playing on the radio.

I’ve stood in the dark
Been waiting all this time
While we damn the dead
I’m trying to survive
I’m not ready to die

Richard starts slapping the steering wheel along with the drums. I smile to myself and butterflies fill my stomach. I’ve known this boy for my entire life, and he still makes me feel like I’m seeing him for the first time.

Despite the circumstances, I feel strangely calm. Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s Richard being Richard.
Maybe it’s our new hope, Chondra. Maybe it’s a combination of all three. I feel almost...hopeful. Like we might stand a fighting chance.

Richard reaches over to grab my hand. I hadn’t even noticed I was crying. He knows me better than I know myself. I feel my cheeks flush, and I lean over to kiss his cheek.

I haven’t felt like this in a very long time. I swear I can feel my Jimmy’s presence. My baby is watching over us. As a mother, I couldn’t be prouder.

PS: Happy Halloween. For his first Halloween, I had planned to dress James up as a zombie.

Date: 2011-07-20 03:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Her ideas of fun are rewriting genetic sequences and blasting the heads off zombies.

Sounds like fun to me. XD I wonder what the headquarters are like...

Date: 2011-07-21 02:02 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
awesome icon !! <3


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