AN:
1) This story is an experiment!
2) This story is comprised of dialog, and dialog only. There is no action, no scene description, and no script-like format to identify the speaker. I will try to make all that as clear as possible through the dialog between characters.
3) I will be following the show through season 1, and as far into season 2 as it gets by the time I catch up. Then I will probably diverge from cannon, at least a little.
4) Expect updates every day or two. I will probably try to alternate between this and 'Eighteen', so if you're reading that and this you should have something new every day.
5) Please review and tell me what you think of each chapter. I know how the conversations are supposed to sound, because I'm writing them. What I need to know is if you, the reader, can hear them as clearly as I can.
All My Love - Brea
Day 1: Landfall
"You could have killed us all when you opened that door. You know that, right?"
"Maybe. But you didn't die, did you? Admit it blondie, this is a hell've a lot better that sitting on that ship, waiting to starve."
"That isn't the point, and you know it. It was reckless. Hey! Where are you going? Hello!"
"Look, I'm not having this conversation. You're alive, everyone is alive, so shut up and enjoy it. Or don't. I don't care, just get out of my face."
"Hey, don't – ugh. What an ass."
