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She seethed like a cornered beast, hazel eyes alight with WILDFIRE as she snapped at her captors. The world had been silent far too long, Ezra felt she should have seen the coming storm miles off. Yet she had grown COMFORTABLE in their solitude, accustomed to the vying hands and gaping maws of the dead, forgetting the real atrocities that prowled the earth in packs. It was not the DEAD that ought to be feared, but the L I V I N G. Those with spirits still in tact were filled her with more trepidation than any other creature in their midst. Angels and demons alike could not shake her with the vigor that humanity could. She had played right into their filthy hands, putting she and her nephew at risk. And for what?
With her back to the cool wall of the truck, she is grabbed by two pairs of rough hands and hauled out into the open. Blake was extracted with far more ELEGANCE than she herself was afforded, a fact the girl ought to be grateful for. Her gaze never left the toddler as he is carried several feet in front of her, his tiny face peering over his captors shoulder to look down at his Aunt with a SMILE. The boy was too good for this world, too s w e e t to have to suffer through the horrors they did. She could only hope if they were to be killed for THEFT, that it would be quick and kind. This new and terrible world was neither swift nor benevolent, though.
The tight grip on too thin biceps was BRUISING as she was dragged towards a heavy steel doors. Such was her preoccupation that she barely had time to take in the vast concrete building before her. Even the hisses and growls of walkers were lost in the haze of ADRENALINE as she watched her nephew disappear into the gloom. Her heart hammered painfully in the cage of her ribs, a rabid animal fighting in vain to free itself from its ivory prison. If anything were to happen to him, she would never forgive herself. The very thought of harm befalling him makes her stomach roll violently in her gut, darkness creeping around the edges of her vision.
❝ –––––––––– I wasn’t doing anything wrong, let us go. . . ❞ She tries to sound brave, fights to banish the high pitch of anxiety that laced her voice. The FEAR lodges in her throat like a burr when they come to a halt before a terribly imposing man. He stands amidst a sea of faces, his expression unfathomable as she is placed before him like a spoil of war. Ezra spares him only the slightest of glances before she fixates on the boy, now squirming uncomfortably several yards away. ❝ It’s not like your fucking NAME was on any of that shit okay. I won’t apologize for YOUR mistake. ❞
