Aug 25, 2016 22:29:57 GMT |
Post by SPAZ on Aug 25, 2016 22:29:57 GMT
Ben had been wandering for a few hours looking for Stahr and carrying around a plethora of stuffed animals he had gathered from several different stores. It was weird, he knew it, and honestly he probably looked a little crazy with a bunch of stuffed animals sticking out of his shirt and backpack. But he had to show them to Stahr, he needed her to take one and to love it and cuddle it at night and call it her very own, because he wanted to do the same thing. And he didn't want to be the only one sleeping with a stuffed animal at night.
The tunnels had rooms, but most didn't have doors, and even when you had a door you weren't able to lock it. So anyone and everyone could just open the door to your room, see you cuddling a stuffed Simba and make fun of you. And while Ben probably wouldn't have minded too much, he still didn't want to be the odd ball out. He also wanted Stahr to pick one out for Alex. He wasn't here in person, but they could at least think of him as being here in spirit. And who knew, maybe one day he'd show up at the front gates to surprise them and they could be a family again. With out him there was a void in their family unit and Ben needed this stupid stuffed Simba to get him through the anxiety filled nights.
Alex and Stahr were constantly on his mind. He was always thinking about them, wondering if they were safe, if they were hungry, if there was a zombie about to murder them in their sleep. Most night he woke with a cold sweat and the feeling of being watched. It weirded him out and he needed something to help drive the nightmares away. And yes, Ben figured if a stuffed animal could do that for a child, it could damn well do it for him too.
He had finally entered the New Orlean's Square section of town. There wasn't much here aside from a supply bunker and a surplus of food. Not many people bothered with this side of the park because it was farther away from the center, which meant it could be dangerous if there was a fault in the security walls and zombies started filling up the place. The only good thing here was that there was usually a lot of unused food and Ben could sometimes talk the guards into giving him some good snacks.
But today he had a mission. He walked around behind the supply bunker and started looking into the windows of the shops. Here the doors were closed and boarded up, for what reason he didn't know, but there was a specific shop he was looking for and he wasn't going to leave without somehow getting in. He continued to wipe off dirty windows with his gloved hands and eventually came across what he was looking for. "Aha!" Ben grinned ear to ear as he started putting all his stuff down. Stuffed animals falling all around him as he shook out his shirt and jacket.
Before him stood the Christmas store, one of the only places in Disneyland that had Christmas ornaments all year round. And if there was one thing he enjoyed, it was buying ornaments every year to show off to his siblings and hang on the tree. It had become a strange tradition for them. Each year they would pick a theme and spend hours trying to out do each other. Finding the perfect ornament was hard, and Ben thought that bringing one to Stahr might cheer her up. At least, it might cheer him up.
Ben tried the door, frowning when he found it locked, and then tried to push against it with his weight. When nothing seemed to work he decided to take the crowbar out of his back pack and smash a window. The loud sound of broken glass filled the empty street and echoed for a few feet around him. "Oh crap." He cursed silently to himself, hearing a set of running foot steps head in his direction.
The tunnels had rooms, but most didn't have doors, and even when you had a door you weren't able to lock it. So anyone and everyone could just open the door to your room, see you cuddling a stuffed Simba and make fun of you. And while Ben probably wouldn't have minded too much, he still didn't want to be the odd ball out. He also wanted Stahr to pick one out for Alex. He wasn't here in person, but they could at least think of him as being here in spirit. And who knew, maybe one day he'd show up at the front gates to surprise them and they could be a family again. With out him there was a void in their family unit and Ben needed this stupid stuffed Simba to get him through the anxiety filled nights.
Alex and Stahr were constantly on his mind. He was always thinking about them, wondering if they were safe, if they were hungry, if there was a zombie about to murder them in their sleep. Most night he woke with a cold sweat and the feeling of being watched. It weirded him out and he needed something to help drive the nightmares away. And yes, Ben figured if a stuffed animal could do that for a child, it could damn well do it for him too.
He had finally entered the New Orlean's Square section of town. There wasn't much here aside from a supply bunker and a surplus of food. Not many people bothered with this side of the park because it was farther away from the center, which meant it could be dangerous if there was a fault in the security walls and zombies started filling up the place. The only good thing here was that there was usually a lot of unused food and Ben could sometimes talk the guards into giving him some good snacks.
But today he had a mission. He walked around behind the supply bunker and started looking into the windows of the shops. Here the doors were closed and boarded up, for what reason he didn't know, but there was a specific shop he was looking for and he wasn't going to leave without somehow getting in. He continued to wipe off dirty windows with his gloved hands and eventually came across what he was looking for. "Aha!" Ben grinned ear to ear as he started putting all his stuff down. Stuffed animals falling all around him as he shook out his shirt and jacket.
Before him stood the Christmas store, one of the only places in Disneyland that had Christmas ornaments all year round. And if there was one thing he enjoyed, it was buying ornaments every year to show off to his siblings and hang on the tree. It had become a strange tradition for them. Each year they would pick a theme and spend hours trying to out do each other. Finding the perfect ornament was hard, and Ben thought that bringing one to Stahr might cheer her up. At least, it might cheer him up.
Ben tried the door, frowning when he found it locked, and then tried to push against it with his weight. When nothing seemed to work he decided to take the crowbar out of his back pack and smash a window. The loud sound of broken glass filled the empty street and echoed for a few feet around him. "Oh crap." He cursed silently to himself, hearing a set of running foot steps head in his direction.
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