The thing that scares Veronica the most about this place isn't the weirdness of being here to begin with, or the genuinely frightening weather phenomenon that had accompanied everyone's arrival, or even the isolated location and total not knowing where she is. Those things aren't exactly ideal, but what's really getting to her on this second day is the simple confluence of advanced civilization and primitive survival.
There had been a social order here. People had clearly lived in these houses. They had gardens and feather pillows and flushing toilets. But the group of them here now, they've got those same gardens and feather pillows and flushing toilets, but they're lucky if they can even feed themselves. It's terrifying.
Pants legs rolled up to mid-calf and emptied bag thrown over her shoulder, she's mostly wandering right now, trying to get some semblance of her bearings in a place that seems dead set on her doing the opposite. It's a stupid thought when right now they just need to hunt and gather enough to not starve, but she wishes she had some paper and something to write with. She could take an inventory, maybe, and find a way to keep her mind from running off in a dozen really upsetting directions.
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There had been a social order here. People had clearly lived in these houses. They had gardens and feather pillows and flushing toilets. But the group of them here now, they've got those same gardens and feather pillows and flushing toilets, but they're lucky if they can even feed themselves. It's terrifying.
Pants legs rolled up to mid-calf and emptied bag thrown over her shoulder, she's mostly wandering right now, trying to get some semblance of her bearings in a place that seems dead set on her doing the opposite. It's a stupid thought when right now they just need to hunt and gather enough to not starve, but she wishes she had some paper and something to write with. She could take an inventory, maybe, and find a way to keep her mind from running off in a dozen really upsetting directions.