To say that it's been a strange day would be putting it mildly.
Michelle is pretty sure that she was warned about things like this — not specifically, but in a general sense, weird, unexplainable shit, as if showing up here wasn't weird and unexplainable enough — the day she showed up here, but it's hard to be sure. That whole evening is a blur, the panicked state she'd been in when she drove into the city making it difficult to have a clear grasp on anything about it. What she does know is that she's stuck here. Maybe she's outside and there are no visible walls, maybe there's no one keeping her captive, telling her the world ended, but she's just as trapped as she was then, a difficult thing to come to terms with.
There's that, and, of course, she remembers the people who found her that day she got here, who tried to explain everything to her despite how difficult it was for her to hear any of it. Seeing Kimmy, she doesn't need to think twice before heading in her direction. If anything, the strangeness of what's going on around them makes seeing one of the few familiar faces here mean that much more.
"Hey," she says. "Kimmy, yeah?" Then she gets a look at the expression on Kimmy's face, and her brow furrows slightly. Maybe this weird shit has affected her, too; she'd try to see for herself, but it would feel too intrusive. "Are you okay?"
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Michelle is pretty sure that she was warned about things like this — not specifically, but in a general sense, weird, unexplainable shit, as if showing up here wasn't weird and unexplainable enough — the day she showed up here, but it's hard to be sure. That whole evening is a blur, the panicked state she'd been in when she drove into the city making it difficult to have a clear grasp on anything about it. What she does know is that she's stuck here. Maybe she's outside and there are no visible walls, maybe there's no one keeping her captive, telling her the world ended, but she's just as trapped as she was then, a difficult thing to come to terms with.
There's that, and, of course, she remembers the people who found her that day she got here, who tried to explain everything to her despite how difficult it was for her to hear any of it. Seeing Kimmy, she doesn't need to think twice before heading in her direction. If anything, the strangeness of what's going on around them makes seeing one of the few familiar faces here mean that much more.
"Hey," she says. "Kimmy, yeah?" Then she gets a look at the expression on Kimmy's face, and her brow furrows slightly. Maybe this weird shit has affected her, too; she'd try to see for herself, but it would feel too intrusive. "Are you okay?"