The blackouts and inconsistent electricity has made it that Karen has all but given up trying to hold onto anything that could go bad. She knows she's in a special situation, working at the pavilion effectively means she can sneak food during her shifts and then doesn't have to keep much else in her place. It means she can get out without too much packing and can get on the road when she needs to, whenever a Forum post catches her eye or a supply run is made obvious. Then- hopefully- it means her place, her room, is less likely to be targeted. Not worth the effort to break in when there isn't anything in there to steal.
She's on her way down to her car when she hears her name being called from down the hall - and it has Karen stilling, her backpack over one shoulder, her keys in her hand. There wasn't any call, wasn't anywhere for her to go, but she's decided that this blackout has lasted a little too long and she'd be safer in her car than up here, and that was really all she had in mind. Her neighbor had caught her in the hallway, had been asking her about when she'd be back, and Karen liked her neighbor - a nice older woman, whose grandson sometimes came by during these blackouts to watch over her. Karen had been mentioning she was going on an errand, going to grab some food, could pick up something if the woman needed it (she wasn't going to grab food, but if the woman needed something...), and that was about it.
Until the voice, her name. Something just familiar enough about it that Karen's heart stops in her chest. She turns, her eyes wide, scared of what she might see, scared if she was imagining things, scared-
"F-Foggy?" His name catches a bit in her throat. He'd been the last person she saw before she woke up here, that late night in his parent's butcher shop, when she'd told him everything. And now?
It doesn't feel real. Seeing him doesn't feel real. She's rooted to the spot for a few moments until her neighbor closes her door and the click of the lock has Karen finally moving, taking one step, then two, and then all but running to close the distance down the rest of the hall- throwing her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.
FOGGY!!!!!!!
She's on her way down to her car when she hears her name being called from down the hall - and it has Karen stilling, her backpack over one shoulder, her keys in her hand. There wasn't any call, wasn't anywhere for her to go, but she's decided that this blackout has lasted a little too long and she'd be safer in her car than up here, and that was really all she had in mind. Her neighbor had caught her in the hallway, had been asking her about when she'd be back, and Karen liked her neighbor - a nice older woman, whose grandson sometimes came by during these blackouts to watch over her. Karen had been mentioning she was going on an errand, going to grab some food, could pick up something if the woman needed it (she wasn't going to grab food, but if the woman needed something...), and that was about it.
Until the voice, her name. Something just familiar enough about it that Karen's heart stops in her chest. She turns, her eyes wide, scared of what she might see, scared if she was imagining things, scared-
"F-Foggy?" His name catches a bit in her throat. He'd been the last person she saw before she woke up here, that late night in his parent's butcher shop, when she'd told him everything. And now?
It doesn't feel real. Seeing him doesn't feel real. She's rooted to the spot for a few moments until her neighbor closes her door and the click of the lock has Karen finally moving, taking one step, then two, and then all but running to close the distance down the rest of the hall- throwing her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.