#mcdisonfoley

where: the foley residence

when: we’ll just wing it

when she’d first come to fairvale (just before the outbreak when the town had still been called prescott and the people within were all locals and not survivors looking for a safe place to land)  it was the foley’s who had taken her under their wing and invited her into their home and lives.

which in retrospect considering the type of person james foley turned out to be (kit’s right hand man and biggest supporter) made livia wonder exactly why he’d seemingly pushed aside his prejudice and hate for everything she was to welcome her in like one of his flock.

it didn’t matter now though, kit was dust in the wind, hopefully far from fairvale if they had any kind of luck and never to be heard from again and james...well james foley was dead.

it wasn’t such a big loss, not personally anyway, but she cared about madison and logan so she tried to look at his passing with at least a small amount of empathy.

and now the house was home to three of the people she cared about the most in the world so she was still a semi-regular visitor.

the wooden entrance door was open and she was sure if she tugged on the handle of the screen door it’s be unlocked but livia, despite the fact she’d called the house home for a handful of months still wasn’t comfortable just waltzing in “knock, knock.” she tapped on the wire, peering in to the semi lit foyer for signs of life “you better not all still be in bed ! you’re wasting the day.”