Post by Analia Bennet on Aug 25, 2017 5:17:16 GMT -5
Every single second of her regretful encounter with the newfound enemies around her stuck to Analia’s mind and plagued her sleepless nights. She spent her first night in the confines of one of the cells, their bars were dangerously teasing her at her predicament. There was another of mother’s children who shared the cell with her, a young woman with sandy hair and a blank expression. Analia wasn’t as welcoming as her supposed “sister” and spent most of her nights staring at the dark ceiling, watching men pass by trying to establish a patrol pattern and thinking about Roy. The musty ceiling offered little relief for her restless mind and she wondered what Roy was even thinking. It was easier for her to assume he was safe than consider the possibility that he wasn’t, her mind was already plagued with nightmarish consequences for being in the wrong place at the wrong time but she couldn’t bear the fear of his safety being compromised. Analia also wondered what he thought had happened to her, she wasn’t exactly open about her intentions running opposite the funeral but she had made it clear she’d come back, her only hope was that he knew she wouldn’t ditch him.
the so called sister she shared a cell with was almost too talkative, Analia wanted to strangle her every time she mentioned mother. These people adored the woman and she wanted to vomit at the very thought of their almost mindless loyalty to her. She remembered the one night she waited patiently for the young woman who introduced herself as Ellie fell asleep before inspecting the thick ominous bars more closely. They were far too sturdy to break through, not that she had the capacity to do so anyway. She kept to the darkness of the confined walls but even the men passing by walked too far from her reach. She was for all intensive purposes trapped.
The brief moments she found opportunity she’d speak to Dean, a lot of their conversation was lost when more of the ‘children’ interrupted. She was desperate to get out and there were no loop holes she could find. Analia kept the pocket knife close following Dean’s advice and opted to spare it’s blade from a bloody meet until there was no other option. Analia even tried seducing one of Omega’s men hoping to find some weakness in their security but when he got too grabby she made a poor excuse of saving herself for mother faking the delusional tone to her voice. He grew annoyed at her reluctance but nothing much came of it. It was another dead end.
Every day felt like an eternity, the walls grew too familiar like she’d stared at them for centuries and she was almost certain she knew every single crack on the ceiling of the cell she slept in. She compared the thin cracks reaching from the gash like crevice that started in the lower left corner of the dark ceiling to a dying tree. the theme fitted the terrible feeling crawling through her stomach at the thought of being trapped in a place like this.
She woke up that morning in the same dull clothes that she got from mother, falling into step with several of the other ‘children’ she felt Ellie slip her slender arm through Analia’s. it wasn’t long before she felt the distasteful sneer slip onto her lips and she used the cover of more ‘children’ to rip her arm from Ellie’s. She missed Roy, she wanted to go back to him. In the days that passed she chose to keep up a façade of delusional calmness that she normally didn’t possess, it fooled the mindless followers that swore their loyalty to the crazy bitch. Sadly she felt almost certain it wouldn’t fool mother, her stubbornness was too resilient and tore through the surface in the presence of a woman she couldn’t stand to look at. Even then she spent her time avoiding the woman at all costs, she didn’t want to be close to her any more than she needed to.
Two men walked by chattering about the cruel conditions they kept their prisoners in and a dirty hand slapped down on the back of her pants. Her eyes rolled in their sockets almost automatically and an annoyed sigh slipped through her lips as she turned to walk backwards. Her palm lifted into a rude salute and slowly transitioned into a slender middle finger pointing at their disappearing forms. “Dick” she muttered rudely under her breath. They didn’t even notice her annoyed reaction before she turned back around. She wiped her palm across the thin fabric on her behind finding herself uncomfortable with the residual sting of his unwanted touch.
When she finally reached the mess hall she searched the sea of faces for a familiar figure and her stomach dropped when she didn’t see him. Dean was the only other person who shared her sanity in the midst of these dire circumstances and when she couldn’t find his familiar face among the crowd she felt as alone as she did every single night in her cell. There wasn’t a lot of places she could explore around the prison, not with her ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ watching her, she was still new after all.
She turned tiredly and held a palm up to her yawning lips when she finally saw him move through the large doors of the mess hall. A relieved sight slipped through her lips and she felt her tense shoulders relax against her sides. Analia knew she must’ve looked horrible, her eyes were constantly watching the world with skepticism, there were dark bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep and several of her nails were short and ragged. She approached Dean with a soft smile wiping her hair from her face with a subtle motion.
“For a moment there I thought you left without me” she told him softly, a playful smirk on her lips. It was nice having someone to talk to who shared her views about mother. She couldn’t imagine how he felt being in their midst for a longer time than she had been. If it hadn’t been for him she’d have lost her hope. She slowly walked to a table not crowded by chatters about an undying devotion to mother and she lowered herself into the seat.
“When we get out of here I need to wash this crazy off with a damn good drink” she muttered poking at the food in her plate in a bored manner. She’d been spared a few moments of solitude in a safe place with the Fools and with Roy but she’d much rather fend off a horde of hungry walkers than spend another night in a cold cell with a fucking robot of a human being.
she was silent for a moment watching a tall scrawny man pass by and she rested her elbows on the hard surface of the table with a sigh. "Please tell me you have something?" she spoke quietly trying to look inconspicuous, she was eager to hear him say that he found a hole in their defences. A way for them to get away from this place, she wasn't sure how long she could hold out but she tried to keep herself focused, she couldn't give up without fighting with every last drop of her being.
the so called sister she shared a cell with was almost too talkative, Analia wanted to strangle her every time she mentioned mother. These people adored the woman and she wanted to vomit at the very thought of their almost mindless loyalty to her. She remembered the one night she waited patiently for the young woman who introduced herself as Ellie fell asleep before inspecting the thick ominous bars more closely. They were far too sturdy to break through, not that she had the capacity to do so anyway. She kept to the darkness of the confined walls but even the men passing by walked too far from her reach. She was for all intensive purposes trapped.
The brief moments she found opportunity she’d speak to Dean, a lot of their conversation was lost when more of the ‘children’ interrupted. She was desperate to get out and there were no loop holes she could find. Analia kept the pocket knife close following Dean’s advice and opted to spare it’s blade from a bloody meet until there was no other option. Analia even tried seducing one of Omega’s men hoping to find some weakness in their security but when he got too grabby she made a poor excuse of saving herself for mother faking the delusional tone to her voice. He grew annoyed at her reluctance but nothing much came of it. It was another dead end.
Every day felt like an eternity, the walls grew too familiar like she’d stared at them for centuries and she was almost certain she knew every single crack on the ceiling of the cell she slept in. She compared the thin cracks reaching from the gash like crevice that started in the lower left corner of the dark ceiling to a dying tree. the theme fitted the terrible feeling crawling through her stomach at the thought of being trapped in a place like this.
She woke up that morning in the same dull clothes that she got from mother, falling into step with several of the other ‘children’ she felt Ellie slip her slender arm through Analia’s. it wasn’t long before she felt the distasteful sneer slip onto her lips and she used the cover of more ‘children’ to rip her arm from Ellie’s. She missed Roy, she wanted to go back to him. In the days that passed she chose to keep up a façade of delusional calmness that she normally didn’t possess, it fooled the mindless followers that swore their loyalty to the crazy bitch. Sadly she felt almost certain it wouldn’t fool mother, her stubbornness was too resilient and tore through the surface in the presence of a woman she couldn’t stand to look at. Even then she spent her time avoiding the woman at all costs, she didn’t want to be close to her any more than she needed to.
Two men walked by chattering about the cruel conditions they kept their prisoners in and a dirty hand slapped down on the back of her pants. Her eyes rolled in their sockets almost automatically and an annoyed sigh slipped through her lips as she turned to walk backwards. Her palm lifted into a rude salute and slowly transitioned into a slender middle finger pointing at their disappearing forms. “Dick” she muttered rudely under her breath. They didn’t even notice her annoyed reaction before she turned back around. She wiped her palm across the thin fabric on her behind finding herself uncomfortable with the residual sting of his unwanted touch.
When she finally reached the mess hall she searched the sea of faces for a familiar figure and her stomach dropped when she didn’t see him. Dean was the only other person who shared her sanity in the midst of these dire circumstances and when she couldn’t find his familiar face among the crowd she felt as alone as she did every single night in her cell. There wasn’t a lot of places she could explore around the prison, not with her ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ watching her, she was still new after all.
She turned tiredly and held a palm up to her yawning lips when she finally saw him move through the large doors of the mess hall. A relieved sight slipped through her lips and she felt her tense shoulders relax against her sides. Analia knew she must’ve looked horrible, her eyes were constantly watching the world with skepticism, there were dark bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep and several of her nails were short and ragged. She approached Dean with a soft smile wiping her hair from her face with a subtle motion.
“For a moment there I thought you left without me” she told him softly, a playful smirk on her lips. It was nice having someone to talk to who shared her views about mother. She couldn’t imagine how he felt being in their midst for a longer time than she had been. If it hadn’t been for him she’d have lost her hope. She slowly walked to a table not crowded by chatters about an undying devotion to mother and she lowered herself into the seat.
“When we get out of here I need to wash this crazy off with a damn good drink” she muttered poking at the food in her plate in a bored manner. She’d been spared a few moments of solitude in a safe place with the Fools and with Roy but she’d much rather fend off a horde of hungry walkers than spend another night in a cold cell with a fucking robot of a human being.
she was silent for a moment watching a tall scrawny man pass by and she rested her elbows on the hard surface of the table with a sigh. "Please tell me you have something?" she spoke quietly trying to look inconspicuous, she was eager to hear him say that he found a hole in their defences. A way for them to get away from this place, she wasn't sure how long she could hold out but she tried to keep herself focused, she couldn't give up without fighting with every last drop of her being.