alt-dot-lawndale

Summary: A Daria drabble. Helen bakes cookies in an underground bunker. Helen readjusted her gas mask and glanced at her watch. Another two minutes and the cookies would be done. Hmm, cookies. When was the last time she had baked cookies? Last Christmas, maybe? No, wait—it had been a few months back when Amy and Rita came over, and the three of them had finally buried the hatchet once and for all. Helen sighed wistfully. She hoped they were alright, somehow. She hoped her mother was alright, and Jake's mother and sister, and the Yeagers, and... She shook her head; she couldn't let herself start thinking about all that right now. She ha