Angel In Disguise

three

angelica's pov - september 10th

I wake up blind from the sun shining through the desolate window. It was hard to sleep last night. I heard my door open twice but I didn't dare move a muscle. After sitting up and taking a better look around I noticed a note on the bedside table.

'Get ready, don't take long.'

Seeing as I wasn't sure when this note was placed here and when she would be back I decided to comply.

I braided my ponytail from last night and quickly brushed my teeth followed by chugging water from the faucet. Not knowing if I was taking too long I hurriedly finish by shoving my feet into the Converse left by the bed. Wiggling my toes because they fit nicely.

Just as I look up she's unlocking the door, her brooding body standing in the doorframe.

"Come." She says, her gruff voice easily reaching my ears.

I cautiously make my way over to her, feeling my limbs stretch and move in ways they hadn't in some time. I stand quietly by the table and watch as she finishes braiding her wet hair, afraid of her noticing me in fear she'd use violence.

"It's Monday, Mondays are hunting days. We are going to see what we can find. Try to run away and you will regret it. You'd be better off getting ripped apart by an Infected than dealing with me." She speaks to me as she ties her boots, not even bothering to make eye contact. I nod along.

"Okay.. I've never hunted before," I decide to be honest with her. I didn't want us to get out there and have her think I'd be of much help. I'm a gardener. A farmer of sorts.

She looks at me and rolls her eyes, "Of course, you haven't." She stands up. "Stay behind me, no more than four paces. This is a cruel world angel, wouldn't want to mess up your pretty face." She taunts me and my face heats up. How dare she berate me like I'm some child.

We spend some time walking around, picking herbs and such. She grabs my arms and squats down, I follow suit. Mainly because I was afraid she'd kill me. I try to follow her gaze wanting to know what she's looking at.

Finally, I see it, a tiny doe walking near a trail of water. I gasp, never having seen one in person. I study every curve of its body and find its white marking beautiful. I'm brought back to reality when I hear a loud noise pierce the air and the doe falls to its side. Completely lifeless.

I whip my head in her direction, shocked because why wouldn't we try to find something bigger or perhaps the male version? Why of all things an innocent doe.

She grips my arm tightly, "Come on, we have to carry it back to the base." I numbly stare at her and back at the dead animal. I feel many emotions swell in my heart. I can't bite my tongue any longer.

"You expect me to help you carry a precious doe you killed? After you kidnapped me and manhandled me? Are you crazy?" I drag my hands over my face, pacing around in a circle.

I can't be bothered to care right now. This was crazy, why have I not put up a fight against her yet? I'm sure I could manage it. I dart my eyes near the cave and wonder if I could make a run for it.

She stares at me for a few moments before cocking her shotgun, pointing it right at my stomach. I swallow the words I had prepared to say and I fear I may have truly fucked up.

Why would she care for my safety? I don't have the upper hand, as much as I think I do while being a hostage. This woman could kill me and Ellie might not even ever know she took me.

"Yes, I do expect you to help me. I could starve you. I could shoot you. I could sell you. I can do anything I want. And guess what? There isn't a damn thing you could do about it. So while you are with me, you are to be useful and not be a waste of space." She hisses at me and her eyes are dark, she means business.

I feel my chest tighten.  The look in her eyes made me stand straight, I numbly nod. This is the woman that killed my father. Nearly killed Ellie. What am I doing? I need to be as submissive as possible if I want to make it out alive. Or at least put it off as long as possible. But what's the point of that? I'd rather die now.

I close my eyes and hope the universe will piss her off enough to shoot me. But I feel her walk briskly past me, bumping my shoulder. I slouch and follow after her, no better than a sheep.

So that's what we do, we carry the lifeless doe for nearly forty five-minutes. We passed what I recall as her box cars, and deliver the doe to a big base not far off from there.

"Stay by me and don't run. These people won't save you," She threatens and I feel a sense of dread take over. We walk up to a group of men at a stand.

"Wow Abby, you outdid yourself yet again. This should supply us for the rest of the week. Thank you!" Some elderly man says and I keep my head down.

I hide behind her as they chat. I look around noticing it's some type of building, I think they're called a stadium. It's humongous and I wonder why she doesn't live in this building. Seems safer here.

I feel her hand touch my own and she glances back at me not saying anything. But her eyes are cold like she's daring me to run off. Like she wants a reason to hurt me. She lets go and they finish up their conversation.

We walk in silence but I can't help but speak, "Your name is Abby?" I question her.

She lets out a sigh, "Yes it is. I don't care to learn yours." I feel my palms sweat.

"Oh, well my name is Angelica." All she does is scoff and continue walking toward her place.

She unlocks the door and takes her boots off, I do the same with my shoes. Once we're both inside she locks the door behind us, stuffing the keys back in her pocket. No way in hell I'd ever be able to manage to get my hands on those.

She stalks off to what is her room and slams the door. I go back to 'my' room and stare at the ceiling. We don't speak the rest of the day. She brought my fruit bag to my room, the pears and oranges still in it. A grave reminder of the situation I'm in.

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slay chappy 3!!
idk let's just pretend everything makes sense