Waking up after 223 years {pafp} (based off a story I'm writing)

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    Cody looked over "Myself!" She yelled to her aunt. The city girl looked over at her "It's 2014." She said nonchalantly.

    "Twenty Fourteen. As in Two Thousand and Fourteen? No. It's been 223 years. I am not 234. I'm 13." She started crying as it hit her. "Everyone's dead."


    Isaac heard two voices. Two seperate voices. He followed his ears down a hallway that had probably been dusty before the house was sealed. He ran down the hall.

    Cody looked awkward, not sure how to deal with this. She hated emotions that didn't involve violence, really.

    He tripped and fell, dropping his camera and unsettling every ounce of ever-present dust. He sneezed immensely. Amelia laughed through her tears at the sound of him clattering to the ground and dropping things and sneezing in an amusingly loud way. "Who was that?"

    Cody felt a flash of annoyance "He's a friend of mine." She said through grit teeth, her eye twitching at how annoying this girl was. Laughing one minute, crying the next?! I mean, come on! Have a sense of pride!

    Isaac walked in to the room. "Who...uh, who...You're Amelia?" He asked, as if this was too good to be true, which it was. Sharon followed the absurdly loud sound that seems to follow Isaac around the house.

    Cody nodded "She's been freaking out for a bit. It's pretty annoying." She whispered the last sentence.

    Isaac looked at her, suddenly serious about his work. "She's been asleep 220 or so years. Do you think you'd be perfectly stable in that case?" He was supremely concerned about his line of work.

    Cody shrugged "I'd think it was awesome. But that's just me." She turned to the girl "So, your names Amelia?"

    Cody looked unimpressed "Alrighty then, I'll be upstairs planing for the zombies."

    "Zombies? What are zombies?" She asked from her bed.
    "Nothing. monsters, but they're only in stories. " Isaac said. Sharon finally found them. After an explanation, Sharon thought of something. "We have to bring you up in to the world. It's not healthy to stay down here."
    Isaac wanted to protest. She was the perfect link to history. But he knew her safety was in his best interest. "You're right. We have to keep her somewhere where I can still talk to her, but somewhere where she'll learn to fit in to society. No one else can know about her." He said
    "Davidson, don't talk like she's not here, or not a person. Amelia, My guest room has two beds. You can stay with us. Isaac, you can come over to explore and chart the house and talk to Amelia. That is, assuming Amelia would like to join the real world." She said. Amelia looked up. "Very much so." She smiled nervously.
    "Alright. I'll show you your new room. Isaac, you can keep exploring or whatever it is you do."

    Cody was already in the guest bedroom, napping on the black comforter she brought from home. The rest if the room was littered with clothes, mostly for guys.

    Sharon helped Amelia pack up some stuff in to a heavy leather trunk. Sharon brought it through the tunnel and Amelia climbed up after her. 223 Years of fine dust had settled over her skin, her clothes, her hair, on her eyelashes and in her nose and mouth, giving her a light gray cast. She stood at the top of the tunnel and took a deep breath of fresh air. It smelled like orange floor cleaner and sea air. Amelia smiled. Sharon brought her trunk in to the guest room and tried not to ask the millions of questions she had.


    Isaac continued searching the house, scribbling notes and taking photographs.

    Cody opened one eye "Hey." She mumbled sleepily. She got up groggily, grabbing her glasses because she already took out her contacts.

    Amelia didn't think this was going to go over well. "I hope you don't mind me staying here." She said, "I am sure you didn't plan this and I can take a guess you don't approve of it. I'm a living relic, and I would much rather be a person." She nervously pulled at the lacings of her pale pink dress.

    Cody raised an eyebrow "Then how about you take a shower and we get you don't clothes that don't make most people want to puke.

    Amelia had no idea what she was talking about. Showers were a fairly new concept. Of course, baths had been around since medieval times, so after an explanation from Sharon, she resolved to one. Sharon turned on the faucet and laid out a few towels, then left the room. She came back to Cody. "Be gentle." She said, "Amelia's entire family is dead. She has defied human law and has been sleeping longer then you and I combined have been alive. It's going to be a hard day."


    Amelia unlaced her corset, and took off her dress. She then proceeded to take of three layers of underclothes and got in the bath tub. She fought hard not to cry as she washed away 223 years of dirt. Everyone she ever knew was dead. She didn't even have assurance that she was human or that this was real.

    Cody sighed "Fine, sure. Sorry, I'll try to be nicer." She said softly, hating the fact that she was being lectured over something so stupid. What was the normal reaction for that anyway?

    ooc: I have literally no idea what the normal reaction would be.
    IC: "Do you have any clothes you don't care about? It's an acceptable answer to say no." Sharon said.


    Four floors beneath them, Isaac sat on the floor, writing notes.He was tearing out pages of Amelia's diary and taping them in his note book. Primary sources always made works more credible. Being the person he was, he wasn't thinking about the personal invasion of a 13 year old girl's diary, only the discovery of historical fact.