Ever since she got sick she was ruined…even she knew it and yet she couldn’t help but bow and do every command the operator demanded.
Kate would pull all nighters constantly only to go and hunt someone down, come back to her cabin and have dreams of the same person she slaughtered hours ago.
It drove her mad. She’d get so pissed she couldn’t help it. From smashing trinkets she’s found in the woods to breaking beer bottles against the wall of the cabin the operator promised will keep her safe.
Every day when she woke up she just felt like she had a hangover…maybe from the alcohol…the sickness…the crying, who knew…
But when she caught eye of the moving van she was intrigued, she’d go out at night to see who was next to be on the news…
But when Kate actually got a good glimpse through the window it made her feel odd…gross? Sick? She couldn’t tell…her stomach dropped and her body felt like it was on fire…and so she dropped it…maybe living this one alive would be fine. What could one chick do that Kate couldn’t do better at.
That was until Kate started to find herself at the very window every few afternoons…watching like she was at a zoo…trying to know something like she was trying to comprehend what was going through the girls mind that was on the other side of the thick wall.