I have so much school work to deal with, but i'll crank these out when I have time... Meanwhile, Enjoy :D

Max woke up in a cold sweat, breathing hard. She kept having nightmares about Arcadia Bay, the thousands of dead innocents. Day by day she would check news updates on her phone, seeing the confirmed death count rise. It was 3 and a half weeks now, yet reconstruction still hasn't started yet.

It was still dark outside, 1:00 AM

She looked over at Chloe, who was sleeping soundly on the same bed. She and Chloe were tramps, jumping from motel to motel, down the 84. But now they are settled in Salt Lake City, in a rented apartment. They planned to stay here for a while at least to build up their income more. Chloe managed to land a job as a waitress and Max, with her photography experience, managed to get a job as a freelance photographer for a small business. At the end of the day, they made enough to sustain their modest living.

Every now and then Max would worry about her life in Arcadia Bay. How long will she and Chloe be on the run? What will she keep telling her parents?

Her parents would always text and call her, asking where she was. They knew that she couldn't be in storm-devastated Arcadia Bay, so Max told them that she was living at a friend's house. This was bullshit of course, but Max hasn't found the need to tell them yet nor did she really want to.

All the while, her relationship with Chloe blossomed more. At first it was a cliche romance story, a tale of two runaway lovers. But there was something even more romantic about having a communal salary, providing for each other and being there for each other at the end of a day's work. This was the hallmark of a true relationship.

Max looked around the room, examining the griminess of the ceiling and the walls more closely. She noticed brown spots circling the ceiling, in which cracks started to form. She squinted hard in the dark, noticed the uneven paint job of the walls, with varying shades of white. Wowzers this place is nasty. But at least it's cheap, and it's ours.

She looked at Chloe, who slept next to her. She was breathing softly, her silhouetted chest moving up and down against the moonlight glow.

She reached over and held Chloe's sleeping hand.

I wonder how our relationship will end up.

With this thought, Max drifted back to sleep.