[ The "we" is immediately and irredeemably carved into her brain. Two options:
I 1) There are an unknown number of others. Could be a lion's den, could be a shot at living in some survivalist community. Given that Beacon cast her out and assumes to have obliterated her, that is suddenly a positive option.
2) She is dead meat.
II 1) There were an unknown numbers of others. Preferable for obvious reasons, since Subject One has saved her life and thus isn't likely to turn around and murder her within the next couple of hours.
2) Assuming the unknown number of others didn't end up on the wrong end of a Die And Dine.
Caldwell feels a headache crawling in, first behind her eyes and then in a dull, throbbing pain in her temples. Adrenaline has long since left, and her body aches for sleep. And food, though food is secondary, no, tertiary, in these situations. Shelter, water, food.
Or, given Armageddon: shelter, water, something to fend of hungries with, food. Mostly, you aren't even making it to the completion of point one. ]
Good thinking.
[ It's no high and mighty compliment, it's merely a comment. The walk isn't her best friend, and she's conserving energy. Who knows how far they'll have to go. ]
no subject
Caldwell feels a headache crawling in, first behind her eyes and then in a dull, throbbing pain in her temples. Adrenaline has long since left, and her body aches for sleep. And food, though food is secondary, no, tertiary, in these situations. Shelter, water, food.
Or, given Armageddon: shelter, water, something to fend of hungries with, food. Mostly, you aren't even making it to the completion of point one. ]
Good thinking.
[ It's no high and mighty compliment, it's merely a comment. The walk isn't her best friend, and she's conserving energy. Who knows how far they'll have to go. ]