In which a super powered, enchanted axe carrying girl with anger issues and an attachment disorder is recruited to save the world.
Or
"You are really messed up,huh?"
"Yep,"
Or
"The things we do for love, aye baby doll?"
waylon jones x female!oc...
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Asya had calmed down to a certain degree; she was no longer crying into Waylon's chest but, she let out a few whimpers now and then.
The zombie girl hasn't felt a pain like this in a long time. The last time she felt this way was when she killed her sister. Asya felt horrified at the realisation that she killed her sister and what made it even worst was it was for a selfish reason.
Amanda Waller was kidnapped a few moments by them but Asya really didn't care. Like at all. She was actually happy she was taken.
Waylon was standing nearby observing Asya, worried about how she was handling everything. He understood how and why she felt heartbroken; she was an exact copy of Asya's sister, down to the pigtails, bright smile and cheery voice. It pained her to watch her sister die again.
"She's down 1k west. Lets go get her," Nobody moved,"The missions not over,"
"Nah, It is for me. We had a deal," Floyd shook his head at Rick.
"Without Waller, you got nothing," Rick replied, shrugging and turned away from the squad. Asya looked at the others and rolled her eyes, huffing.
Asya followed behind Flag dragging her feet on the roof's floor, "You okay?"
Digger came up behind Asya and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, startling her. She tensed at his arm but then relaxed,"Yeah...I'm okay,"
"Good," The Aussie replied and pulled Asya closer to himself. Behind them Killer Croc was growling quietly.
"Calm down, Killa. I'm still yours," Asya called out to him and wrapped her arm around Digger's lower back.
~~~
"-a little hot sauce go-"
"Do you ever stop talking?" Flag interjected as Asya rambled on about the best way to eat human brains.
"You know Flag, I hope you trip and fall on my axe. And then my boyfriend eats you. And then I pour hot sauce on your brain. And eat it. I bet it taste just like chicken," Asya eyes flashed red and she tilted her with a smirk. Chato, Waylon, Floyd, and Digger chuckled at the short female.
"So what's the deal with you, el Chapo? You're so quiet," Asya commented nudging Diablo's shoulder.
"That's racist, Asya," Floyd chuckled from behind her. Diablo smiled down at the zombie girl," It's pronounced Chato, chica,"
The pale girl stopped in her pace and shouted," Did you just call me a bitch?" Chato looked at the girl, just shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I think he just called me a bitch," Asya said to Waylon and pointed at the human flamethrower's back.
"C'mon," Waylon muttered, pulling his zombie girlfriend behind him. Asya pouted but followed behind Waylon.
