[Allison was just starting to give under the strain of hunger and thirst when the knock came.
She doesn't know if she can stand it. Facing more people, dealing with what she did...
There are too many people who terrify her right now.
Still, she has to leave. She has to go to the dining hall, she has to eat. Riddick's stew is long gone by this point, and she feels like she hasn't eaten in weeks, she's so hungry...and she needs water, maybe a soda...God, a soda sounds good...
When she cracks open the door, her reaction isn't at all different from the one that both Scott and Stiles got: raw, primal fear.
It's no better. This time it's worse, in fact, because Lydia...]
Go. Leave me alone.
[There's no anger in her tone...they're barely words, little more than breath as Allison Argent cowers behind her door, because her best friend is standing outside.
It's more pack, more guilt, more of that thing that lived in her skin for a full week come back to haunt her.
[Monday Spam]
She doesn't know if she can stand it. Facing more people, dealing with what she did...
There are too many people who terrify her right now.
Still, she has to leave. She has to go to the dining hall, she has to eat. Riddick's stew is long gone by this point, and she feels like she hasn't eaten in weeks, she's so hungry...and she needs water, maybe a soda...God, a soda sounds good...
When she cracks open the door, her reaction isn't at all different from the one that both Scott and Stiles got: raw, primal fear.
It's no better. This time it's worse, in fact, because Lydia...]
Go. Leave me alone.
[There's no anger in her tone...they're barely words, little more than breath as Allison Argent cowers behind her door, because her best friend is standing outside.
It's more pack, more guilt, more of that thing that lived in her skin for a full week come back to haunt her.
And Allison is terrified.]