› Who? Ziggy (@ziggyturner) › Where? outside the wexley › When? march 15th, midnight
Sher had been walking all day, still trying to process the events of last night: raiders attacking under the cover of darkness, her waking up to the sounds of screams and the smell of smoke. Trying to do her best to direct the people outside the camp, hoping they wouldn't encounter the raiders. The survivors immediately scattering as soon as they were outside, and her realizing there was nothing and no one else to save. she hid outside the camp until morning, and when she returned, she found that almost nothing had survived. Going to her quarters, and discovering that, by some miracle, her guitar had survived with only a few burn marks. Then she waited and hoped for anyone else to return so she wouldn't be alone. When no one did, she decided to finally return to the Wexley in hopes that the people she knew there had survived.
Finally, she arrived at the Wexley. while going through the alleyway she saw a pair of eyes reflecting in the dark. Her heart skipped a beat before she realized it was one of the cats she had been feeding since she got here—a female calico cat she named Lucky because she had heard they bring luck. The cat started meowing and rubbing against her feet. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget about everything that had happened and spent a few minutes petting Lucky. "I hope your luck has rubbed off on the Wexley" she said, a tear rolling down her face as she approached the back door to knock.
A part of her expected nothing to happen, and for a minute, nothing did happen. However, just as she was about to leave and was already trying to come up with a new plan in her head, the door opened, and a familiar face stood on the other side, almost choking with tears. The only word she was able to utter was, "Ziggy?"
