Ghost Town [ Zoe ]

The high-pitched rumble of the crowd filled her ears, and Ira tuned it out as a dull, annoying noise. None of what others were saying mattered to her; most  of them chatted on about their own lives. They were preoccupied with their own issues and anxieties. And like every single one of them--so was she.

However, her anxieties stretched far from normal, everyday blunders that a person could pass off as 'mistakes'. That word simplifies things, and stripped her issues of their original meanings. ''Catastrophes" might be a much more relevant descriptive word. Or it merely signified that she was over-dramatizing and expanding too  much thought on her own matters.

Currently, she was wasting her entire day away, simmering at corner seat of starbucks. The wooden seat was unusually high, and it overlooked the large expanse of the streets that wielded to vendors selling their merchandise. Within, the golden sunlight filtered in through the window, and she basked in their heat, escaping the coldness whisking about in the room.

Now--she didn't have a reason for choosing this particular Starbucks. They didn't make exceptionally good coffee, and every coffee was masked with sugar either way, so it didn't matter. However, she wanted to escape the island, even just a little. The idea of restriction made yours truly cringe. Ira wanted more freedom than anyone else. Freedom to do as she wish, freedom to do what she wants, and most importantly, freedom to scream a loud 'fuck you' to authority. She needed to think.

Knuckles'execution left the current first pillar in a state of shock. To clarify--she wasn't upset, and maybe that's upsetting. She wasn't particularly devastated either; she didn't know who Knuckles was, at least not enough to form an actual emotional bond. Ira remained apathetic, and that fact was puzzling enough to grapple with.

Zoe- Who was Zoe? Ira watched her get killed, and kill before her eyes, but that didn't speak volumes to her. All she felt was a type of confusion coalescing her, and confusion didn't help with anything. 

Clamping her hand over her icy cold latte,  Ira chewed on her lips. Things were getting complicated in her hand.  Ira wanted to know Zoe, she wanted an opportunity to chat with the female, and her reasons were all intuitive. One thought rose above the rest, and disturbed her more than anything else.

Was the female dead?

Ira didn't want to consider that, but she didn't see Zoe. Ironically enough, her worry for Knuckles only extent so far, but she was more attracted to Zoe. Not in a romantic way; her attraction was centered around intuition, and that's why it puzzled her thoroughly.

Swishing the coffee around her plastic cup, Ira sat on her chair, stumped and struggling to untangle her mystified self.