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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"It is dangerous to exist in the world. To exist is to be threatened. We must live with threats." - Adam Levin
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Ayla thinks that Gareth might possibly be the most annoying, self righteous prick that she has ever had the misfortune of knowing.
His face is smug as he orders them to drop their weapons and with no other options, she reluctantly lets her knives and gun clatter to the floor in a heap. Unfortunately, when he notices the glare she's fixing him with, his face grows even more smug (if that's even possible) and her right fist twitches with the urge to smack the look straight off of him.
Gareth turns his attention to Rick. "Ringleader!" He shouts at the man. "Go to your left and get in the train car." Ayla stares at Gareth puzzledly and then turns to her left where she spots the vehicle in question.
He wants us to get in that?
The train car is nothing more than a burgundy red metal container which is probably big enough to fit around a couple dozen people. Just thinking about how disgusting it probably is inside puts a damper on her already miserable mood and her hatred for Gareth only grows. She imagines that they're not the first group he's done something like this to and the possibility that other people could be trapped inside - or worse, rotting inside - scares her. It's been a while since she's disliked someone so much and so quickly that the feeling of frustration it brings almost overwhelms her.
Rick seems to hesitate long enough to test Gareth's patience. "You do what we say and your kids go with you." The comment startles Ayla slightly and she can't stop herself as a disgusted look crosses her face. Her and Carl as siblings?
Ew.
Although it is definitely not the right situation to be caring about the assumptions strangers make about her familial relationships, she simply can't help it. Just the thought of being biologically related to Carl makes her feel nauseous. The need to deny the remark flows over her in full force and she finds herself involuntarily - but also vigorously - shaking her head. "He's not my dad you dipshit." She snaps at Gareth and a spark of joy shoots through her at his offended face. It's obvious that people don't talk back to him often and the look of surprise displayed on his face is so brilliant that she desperately wants to make it appear once more.
Oh this is gonna be so much fun.
The amount of giddiness Ayla feels when given the opportunity to take the piss out of someone is honestly quite alarming. It's been far too long since she's been able to insult anyone properly and Gareth is just far too easy a target to bypass - no matter how dangerous the situation at hand is.
"Shut your mouth." He growls at her. "In case you've forgotten, we are the ones with the guns here."
Ayla raises an eyebrow and takes a comically long look at the tiny handgun in his pocket. The weapon looks so unremarkable and inconsequential that she nearly missed it when she scanned his body the first time. "You think I'm scared of that thing?" She laughs at the pitiful excuse for a gun and watches as his tough facade cracks slightly. He tries to do it nonchalantly but Ayla notices when he takes a conscious glance at the gun in question and embarrassment flushes his cheeks. "Michonne carries a fucking katana around with her and you think I'm frightened of your fun-sized pistol?"
