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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"You two are bound to one another. You always have been...and you can't run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are always going to follow you." - Mirella Muffarotto
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It doesn't take long for the group to decide that they would rather go down fighting than simply surrender. They plan to do this by attacking the moment someone steps through the door and using this element of surprise to force their way out. However, to accomplish this they'll need weapons, and so they set about creating makeshift weapons by using belts, coins, and any other scrap pieces of material they can find.
Ayla is in the middle of tying her shoelaces together to make a rope large enough for strangulation when she feels a sharp pain in her upper arm. She winces at the feeling and remembers with annoyance that one of bullets from earlier managed to graze her skin. The excitement of reuniting with Maggie and Glenn had caused her to forget all about the wound, but now as it throbs relentlessly, it's becoming more and more difficult to ignore.
Trying to be inconspicuous about her situation, she casually rolls up the sleeve of her top as if it is simply too hot. Taking a quick glance at her upper arm where the wound lies, she inhales sharply when she sees it. There is purple bruising surrounding the area of contact and a thin coating of blood on the wound itself. It does look quite nasty but she isn't too worried as she knows that the injury itself isn't life threatening as long as it doesn't get infected. Unfortunately, it still hurts like a bitch.
"What are you doing?" A voice says accusingly from above her and it startles her so badly that she jumps up from her position on the ground.
Carl stands in front of her with a curious look on his face and she sneakily attempts to hide her arm behind her back. "Oh- uh- what do you mean?" She tries to speak nonchalantly but her heart is still racing from the fright he gave her which causes her words to come out in more of a jumbled mess. "I'm...uh...just making a weapon like everyone else."
Carl nods his head slightly. "Uh...cool." He says, seemingly confused by her rambling state. "Well, erm, what are you making?" He asks politely.
"Just a long rope using shoe laces." Ayla says and she instinctively reaches forward to hand him her creation.
She realises her mistake the moment her arm moves in front of her but before she can pull back, Carl's eyes flicker to the gunshot graze.
Immediately, his eyes turn wide with worry and his skin pales slightly. His hand reaches forward to clamp on her arm and he pulls it - and by extension, Ayla - closer to him. Their chests are practically touching each other with only a breaths space between them. "What..." He mutters softly before trailing off - his eyes fixated on the injury. "This is a gunshot wound, Ayla, you were shot!" His voice is high as he takes her in.
