Take one Wasteland in the late evening. Add a Gwen, wearing the cream-colored skirt she bought with Anna-- and which did, in fact, require safety pins to keep up. Stir well, bearing in mind that Chicago is getting colder and windier every day. (Or at least seems to be ( Read more... )

The city streets are empty, this time of night-- except for the occasional staggering corpse, which becomes more than just occasional if you turn down the wrong street. Gwen's so exhausted that it's all she can do to follow her nose out of harm's way ( Read more... )

( 2004: the road to Chicago, part one )

( 19whatever: Gwen dances )

( a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away ... Gwen and her roommate Rosario have a cup of tea and discuss leprosy )

Zombies tend to suck at climbing stairs ( Read more... )

It has been a long, long day. Between stringing up the wire-glass-and-assorted-sharp-things barrier outside the window, getting the blood hooked up to the tap, finding out Les is living with freaking Claire of all people ( Read more... )

Gwen's back fucking hurts.

She's been up since God knows when, lugging boxes of lights and sound equipment-- how many of these things even work, anyway? You don't get to check when you're salvaging, and it's not like she's got the cash or the connections for anything super-reliable. Just getting this place hooked up with power was a trick ( Read more... )

This, again, is a test.

A what?

A test.

A what?

A TEST.

... Oh! It's a test!