One Month Later
Julie sat in the living room of the apartment above the Hub. She had moved in not long after... not long after Roy had died. She couldn't stand to be in the mansion anymore, and she couldn't watch The Hub, Roy's pride and joy, go unattended.
She looked out the dusty window at the lake, glimmering in the last remaining sunlight of twilight. The town was just now starting to settle down. The reporters had left, and everyone else had tried to go back to their old lives.
How did a town react when half of it's population died? Julie and the others had kept the truth about the Moira and the Black Rose Society quiet, telling the news outlets that it was a cult stirred up by some crazed, wandering woman. They couldn't tell the truth.
The cavern, Moira's kingdom, had been uncovered, and most of the bodies were recovered. Those that had survived the cave in were found to have gone mad. Well, they had slipped further into maddness.
Moira sighed, stretched. She shook her head, trying to drive away the thoughts, the memories of what she had gone through. It was hard, near impossible, but if she let the memories take over she found herself paralyzed by fear.
She couldn't have that. She couldn't let her life grind to a halt. She had a bar to run, friends to care for. She had a life to build.
Out of the corner of her eye Julie could see the library. She felt the knot grow in her throat. She couldn't help it. She was living next to the biggest reminder of Carla there was.
That woman loved that damn place. Now, with Paul running it, God knows what would happen to it.
Carla would have loved that. Paul taking her place as head librarian.
She let out a laugh, which was quickly followed by a sob.
One of her best friends was dead, and she couldn't help but blame herself for it.
She collapsed into a large recliner, closing her eyes, letting the tears come. It didn't help if she just bottled it up. Then she'd just get bitter, and Carla wouldn't have been happy with that either.
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