Isobelle Rothstein Smith and Vivian Iverson, End of Prologue
Isobelle had been taking a break again, trying to get her bearings with everything that she had witnessed, very easily completely spacing out right now. Things had mellowed out for the time being, so she decided to simply take it easy for the moment. However, she listened to the one soldier girl, who seemed to simply say they were screwed, though in a bit more blunt terms than she would have used. However, she did feel that it was rather appropriate nonetheless.
Then things went south again real fast, as nail bombs had been thrown into their room, like had been done in the town hall itself. Now it was into their room, and one happened to get very close to her. She immediately reacted with a scream, and she was going to react, but before she could really grasp what had happened, Cedric had once again quickly tried to get her out of the way, but if it wasn't for Sgt. Porter making a last split second decision, they probably would have both exploded instead, or at least had been severely injured. She of course had the misfortune of seeing this happen as well, though it was more subtly than watching her parents be murdered in front of her eyes. It was more that she could pretty easily see that what had happened to Porter was not at all pretty, and her insides had pretty much immediately been ripped to shreds in front of her. She wasn't sure if she should feel good about being alive, because she was solely alive because someone had just sacrificed themselves for her, and that just added a whole new weight on her subconscious. Her parents dying in front of her was bad enough, adding this on top of it just made things all the worse. She didn't know her that well, but she had to be grateful for her sacrifice nonetheless. Since she was not strong in the actual cruelty of the world, all she could manage to do as a response was to softly start crying again. The girl had been severely traumatized by everything that had happened here today, not knowing at all how to cope with this sort of thing. She had dealt with bad days here, sure, but this had by far been the worst day of her life, and that wasn't just being some over dramatic teenager shouting that some silly day had been the worst thing to ever happen to her. It was all true.
As the first round of things had ended, Isobelle looked at Porter's body with a horrified look on her face at watching her death, but she quickly came back to reality. At least in the sense that instead of staring at the body, she was staring at the ensuing chaos after. Because the other two bombs just so happened to hit the worst spot possible, which were the kitchen doors that had a whole bunch of infected on the other side of them, for whatever reason or other. That immediately set loose a bunch of the infected, making even more problems for them piled on top of the shit that they were already dealing with. However, her response at this point seemed to be to just freeze, all of this mayhem just putting her into a perpetual state of shock. Thankfully, her brother was there for her, and he ended up grabbing her and carrying her away from the screams and cries from the horrible sounding infected. She didn't even want to look, but she was stuck with the panicked sounds of everyone around her and the horrible sounds of the infected themselves. There was also the sounds of someone being torn to pieces, but she pretended to act like it didn't exist, clinging onto her brother as he did what he could to carry her the hell out of here.
Thankfully, they had managed to make it to the ladder unscathed, though she wasn't sure that there hadn't been some more sacrifices made to make it so that they could get out of here alive. She had pretty much closed her eyes the whole way and tried to block out everything she could, which was easier than you might imagine, because she was already so traumatized by everything that she was practically zoning out the world anyway. But once at the ladder, she didn't hesitate to begin climbing it as quickly as she possibly could. As she had been climbing, the soldiers still below h ad begun firing upon the infected, and she swore that she was going to go deaf, so when she got to the top, she just covered her ears.
She gave one sad look back at what was once home, let out a big sob of a whimper, and for the first time in her 13 years of life, she found herself on the other side of the wall, dropping down to the other side with the assistance of her brother. She wasn't sure how to feel about being on the other side of the wall. It honestly wasn't much of a comforting feeling. But it was what it was, and it was almost like a new start now. A new start she preferred that she didn't have to be in at all, but a new start nonetheless, and there was little she could exactly do about it. She was at least grateful that Cedric and Lyle had managed to make it out alive.
As if one last final blow to their beloved home, there was a loud and destructive explosion that came from the direction of the town hall, sending them one last destructive message that their home was done and gone for good, and there was little that they could do about it at this point, besides move on and do what they could to make a life for themselves out here, and elsewhere, wherever it was that they would end up going to.
Vivian had also managed to escape, though with less mental scars than Isobelle had. Her mental scars had already gone and past, and that was when her parents died. She was, however, shocked to see the destruction of her home, all of their homes, in such a short period of time. It was all just...gone. But she was coping much better than Isobelle, who was just completely traumatized by the days events. Vivian was always tough and strong when it came to adapting to this sort of thing, and dealing with it, though it was more that she was better at hiding how she truly felt, and she was doing that right now after having escaped with the rest of them, and had gotten on the other side of the wall, also for the first time ever for her. Well, mostly, as after the explosion had happened, indicating the end to their home for good, she simply replied, in a similar manner as Hale had done, but more explicitly, "Well fuck", and that was that.
Act 1
Isobelle Rothstein Smith
You would think that Isobelle would have had problems falling asleep after everything that had gone on, due to all the mental scarring that had happened, but once they had gotten to somewhere about as safe as they were going to get right now, she immediately had gotten comfortable and dozed off into sleep, definitely needing it after everything that had happened today. That didn't mean that the horrors of the day didn't haunt her in her dreams, though, and she got hit with nightmares about everything that had happened today, and she squirmed in her sleep, until it got so bad she jolted awake. So while she fell asleep quickly, actually staying asleep was a whole different difficulty. She still, however, stayed laying down, not wanting to get up and do anything, just wanting to laze around and rest. She often drifted off from sleeping to being awake, to restless sleep, to laying there with her eyes closed by still being awake.
When her brother mentioned something about Lyle, normally she would reply, and say something about Lyle, due to her crush that she did not remotely hide well at all. But now she lacked much motivation to do anything, and that included really speaking much. So when Cedric implied that Lyle scared him, normally she would probably get defensive of him, but all she could do was muster an "mmmmm" as a reply, clearly just disinterested right now, and wanting to sleep...if she could. She just wanted the trauma to go away, but it probably never would, or wouldn't anytime soon. And that was to say if she wouldn't die before she recovered. Death was probably more likely than recovering at this point. She clamped her eyes shut again, and tears fell out of them lightly.
When it came to the discussion about where they were going to go and whatnot, she completely zoned it out. Well, she heard bits and pieces, but didn't seem to care. How could she care? She figured the adults were better at figuring out where to go, anyway. Maybe that was a mistake, but she was certainly not the option to help in this regard. So she cared little right now, and let the adults figure it out instead, resigning herself to just solemnly lay around for a while, giving her time to try to at least get over the initial shock and horror at what had happened.
Of course, even that was interrupted, as her brother had mentioned that they might need to get moving again, because a truck had arrived and nobody knew if the people inside of it were good or bad. She let out a groan in protest, not wanting to get up and go anywhere at all right now, but figured that she probably should if it ended up being an actual threat, so she reluctantly got up from wherever it was that she was laying, and got ready to get the hell out of here if they really had to.
Vivian Iverson
Vivian on the other hand had never even fell asleep, simply escaping the mayhem with everyone else, and staying awake. Not because she really couldn't sleep, more just that she didn't want to. Sure, everything today kind of wiped her out, but not enough that she actually felt like sleeping yet, so she ended up idly chatting with people, or just staring off into the water herself instead of saying anything to any of them. Nothing really noteworthy was said and done from her, though you might get the impression that she oddly coped well through it all. The fact she was just kinda casually keeping her cool might give that impression, though most likely she was suppressing it all.
When it came to everything that was starting to go on, related to the truck that arrived, there was little that she could do, either, since she hadn't gotten a weapon yet. So she simply let the others figure out what the hell they thought they should do. Hopefully it wouldn't make things go terribly. Same with their decisions of where to go, which she didn't know enough about to entirely have an opinion, though she did figure that getting the hell out of here and going somewhere else was probably a good idea nonetheless, wherever it was that they would then end up going to.
