<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/acBfN.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Apartment Parking Lot<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: White sheer cami top patterned with red flowers over an opaque white tank, jeans, brown calf-length boots,<del>sunglasses on her forehead</del>.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivian<br/><br/>It wasn't the first time Vivian had come after an emotional Elizabeth.  Elizabeth wore her heart on her sleeve, and her sense of 'Elizabeth is a good girl' was completely dependent on what others thought of her.  It wasn't narcissism, but rather a lack of confidence and self-esteem.  If people were happy, Elizabeth was happy.  If they were upset or mad, it was because of something Elizabeth had done, or hadn't done, or hadn't done well enough and so she felt bad too.  It was fortunate she'd never really dated, because any boyfriend who'd realized it could have been the most abusive asshole ever and she'd have put up with it.<br/><br/>A roll of Elizabeth's shoulder was a half-hearted attempt to shake Vivian's arm off, but it didn't move and Elizabeth really didn't want it to.  Nor did Vivian allow it, simply increasing the pressure and pulling Elizabeth in tighter.  She leaned her head against Vivian's shoulder but kept walking.  Now the tears were rolling but she didn't sniffle or whine.  They were just the symptom of stress and disappointing others.  If only she was a better driver.  And prettier.  And smarter.<br/><strong><br/>"I have to pee,"</strong>she told Vivian,<strong>"and wash my face."</strong>She hoped her mascara hadn't run and gotten on Vivian's pretty white shirt.<br/><br/>Elizabeth's destination proved to be the office of the apartment complex.  Cheerful signs with balloons tied to them advertised immediate vacancies and first month free of rent specials.  At the edge of the sidewalk, Elizabeth shook loose from Vivian and bent to pry one of the edging stones out of the ground.  It was a dull red, coarse to the touch, and the bottom was dirty and damp.  Like she'd been a hoodlum all her life, Elizabeth used both hands to fling it through the front glass door of the office.  It shattered with a sound that echoed across the complex.  Little pieces continued to tinkle down for several seconds.  Careful not to cut herself, Elizabeth reached inside the frame lined with jagged glassy teeth and unlocked the door from the inside.  More fell as it opened and she stepped inside, boots crunch crunch crunching across the carpet.<br/><br/>Elizabeth left the bathroom door open as she sat down to pee, thinking nothing of it.  She used toilet paper to dab at her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup.<strong>"Vivian?  Do you think we should go get the girls, or stay with Michael and the others?  They all seem to, like, know what they're doing.  Like this doesn't bother them at all and they're just going to get some guns and sleeping bags and be perfectly fine.  I'm afraid to leave them, but I'm also afraid if we stay they'll realize they don't need us and will..."</strong>Elizabeth sighed, wiped, then stood up to pull her panties and jeans back up before turning her back on Vivian and starting to wash her hands.<strong>"I don't know.  Something I guess.  Leave us?  Kill us?  Or, you know.  Something else?"</strong><br/><br/>