meme continuation. @killerblonde

      Blaine was visibly shaking–hands constantly wringing together as he stood staring down at the body laid out on the floor.  Unable to look away, he shook his head and tried to step around her like he was told to do.  A stumbling attempt but he caught up to Quinn blindly, gaze locked behind his shoulder now.  That was his problem.  ‘Step around it.’  Sure, this wasn’t the first corpse he’s seen.  Living in this nightmare–any time they stepped out of the camp–it was impossible not to see the broken shells of people littering the city or town or what felt like EVERYWHERE you looked.  Sometimes he could focus on the task at hand long enough to only get queasy or not feel anything at all (a rarity..but it happened a couple times?).  Others? Others were like now.  It’d be so much easier if he could be like Quinn.  Think of them as ‘it’ and they cease to be a reason to give a second thought past the mission and what was truly important. He was trying.  He just..couldn’t.  That level of disconnect wasn’t in his reach yet.

“She looks like someone..”  He couldn’t bring himself to say who.  “I need to get out of here.”