Observe (the walking dead)

Terminus

Everyone was doing their own thing, preparing to raise hell when those people came back for them. After Rick's mini-speech about how they messed with the wrong group, everyone started finding creative ways to defend themselves. Ava was currently sharpening a piece of wood to put in a slingshot she had already made at the moment, her legs across Roman's lap as he did god knows what.

"Hey," Ava didn't recognize the voice, but she looked up. She saw a pretty girl with brown hair standing there, smiling softly at her with her hands in her pockets.

"Hey," she greets back, unsure of what the woman wanted.

The woman sits down across from Ava, diagonal from Roman. "I'm Tara. You're Glenn and Maggie's kid, right?"

Ava smiles sheepishly, mentally thanking god for it to be dark. It would be embarrassing if anyone saw the red tint on her cheeks. "Yeah, I guess I am," she shrugs.

"Your dad talked about you a lot. Said you're one hell of a survivor, that true?"

Ava shrugged again, "I guess so. I was on my own for a long time, then I uh.. stalked this group, they took me in." Ava briefly explains. Under the dim light of what was peaking through the cracks of the trailer they were in, Ava could see the look of confusion on Tara's face.

"Oh, uh- not my birth parents. They adopted me, after." She laughs softly, forgetting not everyone knew the origin there.

Tara makes an 'ohh' face and nods, looking around their surroundings. "Well, if you're anything like they've said you are, we're gonna be great friends," she smiles before standing up and walking off.

"You're so awkward," Roman laughs, mocking Ava.

She smiles and shoves his shoulder, "shut up."

Both teens attention was pulled when Daryl started talking. "All right. Got four of those pricks headed our way."

Roman and Ava immediately stood up, readying themselves. They looked to each other for reassurance, and got what they needed from the other with a single head nod.

"Y'all know what to do. Go for their eyes first," Rick says, readying himself. "Then their throats."

Ava looked over the room to gauge everyone's reaction, seeing that some were ready but some were nervous. She takes note of who to go to if shit hits the fan, who can't handle themselves when the pressure is on.

"Backs to the wall on either side of the car! Now!" A voice from outside shouts, but no one makes a move to do as they're told.

They all look to the door in anticipation, but Ava's head snaps to the roof as the trapdoor on top creaks open, rust particles falling into the center of the train car.

A tin can, that looked like it belonged to some kind of aerosol product, falls at Ava's feet. Her eyes widen, "ah, shit." She curses before grabbing Roman's arm.

"Move!" The burly red headed man shouts loudly, ushering everyone to the sides of the car.

Everyone takes cover on the sides of the car farthest from the can of tear gas. Ava feels the gas enter her lungs and seep its way into her skin and eyes. She feels like she's on fire as the harsh fabric of Roman's jacket cover her, which is when she realizes he's shielding her with his own body.

She feels her eyes start to tear up, and begins to realize why the hell they call it tear gas. Ava blinks rapidly, trying to get it cleared from her eyes as she is sent into another coughing fit. She can't even begin to focus on Roman's own fits, the effects are far too aggressive for her to focus on anything at all.