Soleil Overland
Sunny
When was the last time Lindsay had been outside? She couldn't quite say, but it had been long enough that the feeling of dirt and grass beneath her feet was unfamiliar. She dug her toes into the earth, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation as she tried to count the years. Fifteen - that was how old she had been when Daniel had saved her, whisking her away from a home where she was unwanted and bringing her to a place where she was safe. And now she was what, twenty-three? Lord knows she hadn't been keeping track of the years, but she strained her mind to remember the candles that Daniel had put on the cake for her last birthday. After a moment of thought, she nodded to herself. Yes, twenty-three. Eight years without setting foot outside. Once upon a time, she wouldn't have been able to imagine going a week without letting the sun warm her face, but now, after so long without it, the light was so bright that it was nearly blinding. Daniel surely wouldn't be pleased if he found her like this. He trusted her to stay inside when he left, even went so far as to lock the doors so she wouldn't be tempted, but when he'd dropped his keys on the way out, Lindsay couldn't help but jump on the opportunity for a bit of fresh air. How ungrateful of her, to go out behind Daniel's back when he was working so hard to keep her safe. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably and she suddenly felt sick, deciding that it was high time she went back inside. She'd have to tell him, of course, have to offer him his keys and confess to her wrongdoings. It was only right. Taking one last deep breath, she opened her eyes and turned back towards her home - only to freeze and dart as silently as she could to stand behind a tree.
There was someone there.
It most certainly wasn't Daniel; no, the form was too soft, the hair too long. It was a woman. Lindsay swallowed thickly, staring with wide emerald eyes at the back of the stranger's head. If it had been eight years since she'd been outside, that meant it had been eight years since she had seen any human being besides her husband, and she couldn't help how her heart pounded in her chest at the sight. What was she to do? The woman knew where Lindsay's safe haven was, could bring people back to the little nook that Daniel had created just for her, could infect their home with the cruelty of the outside world. But no - Lindsay wouldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let the purity of her sanctuary be ruined by some curious stranger. She glanced around, gaze settling on a thick stick. Her stomach twisted again, but she settled her discomfort by telling herself that it was for the best. The poor woman may still be able to be saved - maybe she hadn't been corrupted yet. And Daniel, well, of course Daniel would want to help, though it may take a bit of persuasion to convince him to let the woman stay when there was always the risk of her hurting Lindsay. The petite woman smiled slightly at the thought, small hands wrapping around the branch and lifting it as she crept forward. Such a good man, that Daniel, always looking out for her.
Thud!
Lindsay slammed the branch into the back of the woman's head with all the force she could muster, cringing away as the woman dropped to the ground, unconscious. Lindsay looked around, confirming to herself that the woman hadn't brought anyone with her, and then approached, managing to lift the limp stranger into her arms and carry her inside, being sure to lock the door behind her. She carried the woman down the stairs and into their underground hideaway, down a hallway and into one of the rooms off to the left. Daniel had explained to her that they kept this room for if anyone got in and needed to be restrained until it they were sure that they wouldn't tell anyone about their little secret place. Then, once we're sure, Daniel had told her, cupping her face and tracing her cheekbone with a calloused thumb, I'll take them back out and let them go. Lindsay let out an exhausted breath, hefting the woman into one of the special chairs Daniel had made for just such a situation and strapping down her wrists and ankles, gingerly adjusting her head so it wasn't dangling at too awkward an angle. Considering she hadn't carried anything heavier than a cutting board in the last few years, Lindsay was utterly exhausted, wiping sweat off her forehead and tucking loose strands of golden hair into the messy bun she had tied at the nape of her neck. With one last glance at the stranger, Lindsay walked out of the room, brushing specks of dirt off of her dress and heading into the kitchen. She slid a few containers of apple sauce, a few bottles of water and an ice pack into a small plastic bag, and then headed back to the room. She pushed the door open and peeked inside, wincing when she realized the woman was already awake and - oh dear, she had been spotted.
Offering what she hoped was a warm smile, Lindsay opened the door the rest of the way and walked over to the stranger. "Terribly sorry for hitting you so hard," she apologized softly, crouching in front of her and setting the bag down, rummaging in it for a moment before pulling out the ice pack, "You startled me, that's all. Been so long since I've seen anyone around here." She leaned forward, gently pressing the ice pack to the bump forming on the woman's head from the blow. "I'm Lindsay Pettigrew. What's your name?"
There was someone there.
It most certainly wasn't Daniel; no, the form was too soft, the hair too long. It was a woman. Lindsay swallowed thickly, staring with wide emerald eyes at the back of the stranger's head. If it had been eight years since she'd been outside, that meant it had been eight years since she had seen any human being besides her husband, and she couldn't help how her heart pounded in her chest at the sight. What was she to do? The woman knew where Lindsay's safe haven was, could bring people back to the little nook that Daniel had created just for her, could infect their home with the cruelty of the outside world. But no - Lindsay wouldn't let that happen. She wouldn't let the purity of her sanctuary be ruined by some curious stranger. She glanced around, gaze settling on a thick stick. Her stomach twisted again, but she settled her discomfort by telling herself that it was for the best. The poor woman may still be able to be saved - maybe she hadn't been corrupted yet. And Daniel, well, of course Daniel would want to help, though it may take a bit of persuasion to convince him to let the woman stay when there was always the risk of her hurting Lindsay. The petite woman smiled slightly at the thought, small hands wrapping around the branch and lifting it as she crept forward. Such a good man, that Daniel, always looking out for her.
Thud!
Lindsay slammed the branch into the back of the woman's head with all the force she could muster, cringing away as the woman dropped to the ground, unconscious. Lindsay looked around, confirming to herself that the woman hadn't brought anyone with her, and then approached, managing to lift the limp stranger into her arms and carry her inside, being sure to lock the door behind her. She carried the woman down the stairs and into their underground hideaway, down a hallway and into one of the rooms off to the left. Daniel had explained to her that they kept this room for if anyone got in and needed to be restrained until it they were sure that they wouldn't tell anyone about their little secret place. Then, once we're sure, Daniel had told her, cupping her face and tracing her cheekbone with a calloused thumb, I'll take them back out and let them go. Lindsay let out an exhausted breath, hefting the woman into one of the special chairs Daniel had made for just such a situation and strapping down her wrists and ankles, gingerly adjusting her head so it wasn't dangling at too awkward an angle. Considering she hadn't carried anything heavier than a cutting board in the last few years, Lindsay was utterly exhausted, wiping sweat off her forehead and tucking loose strands of golden hair into the messy bun she had tied at the nape of her neck. With one last glance at the stranger, Lindsay walked out of the room, brushing specks of dirt off of her dress and heading into the kitchen. She slid a few containers of apple sauce, a few bottles of water and an ice pack into a small plastic bag, and then headed back to the room. She pushed the door open and peeked inside, wincing when she realized the woman was already awake and - oh dear, she had been spotted.
Offering what she hoped was a warm smile, Lindsay opened the door the rest of the way and walked over to the stranger. "Terribly sorry for hitting you so hard," she apologized softly, crouching in front of her and setting the bag down, rummaging in it for a moment before pulling out the ice pack, "You startled me, that's all. Been so long since I've seen anyone around here." She leaned forward, gently pressing the ice pack to the bump forming on the woman's head from the blow. "I'm Lindsay Pettigrew. What's your name?"
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