A teenage girl by the name of Ayla Meadows is held against her will and experimented on by a crazed scientist. Although she manages to escape the horrors with the help of a sheriff and his group, she is forever haunted by the memories of her torture...
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"Loss is like wind, it either carries you to a new destination or it traps you in an ocean of stagnation. You must quickly learn how to navigate the sail, for stagnation is death." - Val Uchendu
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Ayla is floating. She's somewhere up, up, up in the sky and the earth below her is so tiny that it's almost nonexistent. It is so inconsequential and unimportant to her because right now Ayla is the one who controls it. She gets to decide who lives and dies, she gets to decide whether or not a virus wipes out the entirety of the human race, and she get's to decide to destroy anybody who causes her or her family pain.
But alas, none of this is true. Ayla is unfortunately not floating and therefore she doesn't have control over any of these silly little things. Ayla is in the back of a car with complete strangers and her mother is dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
She knows it. She can feel it. She's not even opened her eyes yet and still she knows that when she does, the earth will be bathed in an icy hue where all colour has been stripped away since the moment her mother took her last breath.
Time moves slowly as she tries to put off the inevitable task of facing the world.
Ayla feels the cars engine under her skin, the thrum of it reverberating throughout her entire body. She listens to the quiet chatter of the strangers around her, their voices mixing together in a soft, comforting melody.
However, no amount of comfort could ever prevent her from keeping her guard up and so she assesses her position discreetly. She drags her hand across whatever material she is lying on and hard leather brushes against her fingers - maybe in the backseat then? After further investigation she finds there to be no other explanation and so she opens her eyes slowly; carefully.
Immediately, she can tell that she's not in a normal car. Instead, she seems to be in something similar to an RV. Her body is laying across a makeshift bed and there is a boy across from her. He's Korean, she thinks, with black hair, black eyes, and small dimples on either side of his face which don't make him look very threatening. However, she knows all too well that looks can be deceiving and so she's very lucky that he's too busy gazing out the window to pay attention to her.
Ayla looks around the RV some more and spots a woman with curly blonde hair sitting across from a man with a rough exterior and strong features. They have a gun in between them. Okay so maybe a little threatening.
Also, there is someone driving the RV but Ayla can't see them from this angle. She moves her attention to herself and finds that someone has wrapped bandages around her arms. Confusion seeps into her mind as she tries to figure out the origin of her injury. She has no recollection of becoming hurt while travelling across the state with her group, but even if she had, the bandages were too new and clean.
