[ It's been three months since the garden took them — well, more specifically, since the garden took Waverly and Doc went in after her — and Purgatory's all but ground to a screeching halt since then.
The town itself is abandoned, people having fled in anticipation of Bulshar's rise even if they didn't realize it at the time, but those who have ventured back seem to have shut their homes up tight, windows boarded and doors secured with triple locks. The only business that shows any signs of life at all is Shorty's, and that's because Wynonna herself is the one still keeping the lights on, with Nedley usually the only one at the bar while they try to go over their next game plan. Plans A through G have failed; now, they're working their way around to H.
But just because the bar's been open doesn't mean anyone else has been coming around; Wynonna stays because the liquor is technically free, and because here is the place that reminds her most of the two of them.
It's late, too late for anyone to be coming around, so the sound of something banging against the front door makes her jump up from where she's sitting on a lone stool, nursing a glass of whiskey; she almost reaches for Peacemaker before remembering it's not there anymore, not the way it used to be, and finally she settles for grabbing Shorty's old rifle from behind the bar, making her way one step at a time to the front entrance and throwing open the door.
There's a figure crumpled on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, and Wynonna sinks to her knees, the rifle carefully placed at her side before she reaches down to cup that familiar face in her hands, turning him towards her. ]
God, please don't be dead. Or, well, more dead. [ Can she even give him CPR? Would that work? ]
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The town itself is abandoned, people having fled in anticipation of Bulshar's rise even if they didn't realize it at the time, but those who have ventured back seem to have shut their homes up tight, windows boarded and doors secured with triple locks. The only business that shows any signs of life at all is Shorty's, and that's because Wynonna herself is the one still keeping the lights on, with Nedley usually the only one at the bar while they try to go over their next game plan. Plans A through G have failed; now, they're working their way around to H.
But just because the bar's been open doesn't mean anyone else has been coming around; Wynonna stays because the liquor is technically free, and because here is the place that reminds her most of the two of them.
It's late, too late for anyone to be coming around, so the sound of something banging against the front door makes her jump up from where she's sitting on a lone stool, nursing a glass of whiskey; she almost reaches for Peacemaker before remembering it's not there anymore, not the way it used to be, and finally she settles for grabbing Shorty's old rifle from behind the bar, making her way one step at a time to the front entrance and throwing open the door.
There's a figure crumpled on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, and Wynonna sinks to her knees, the rifle carefully placed at her side before she reaches down to cup that familiar face in her hands, turning him towards her. ]
God, please don't be dead. Or, well, more dead. [ Can she even give him CPR? Would that work? ]