gun stripped from her holster -- knife ripped from her hands. she was weak for now, worn down by the harsh reality of the new world. separated from her mom, her brother -- everyone she’d known was seemingly gone. she’d tried to find them, searched for days / weeks. she didn’t know texas well, her california mind wishing she was at home once more. no such luck. she’d been taken, escorted to some kind of camp by a group of men who had unfortunately found her. she was too weak and alone, there was no chance of her defending herself. she hated that feeling of helplessness that had gotten her where she is now. she was put in a room, alone for now. her bright green hues flickering around her surroundings trying to find something, anything to be able to defend herself if need be. interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open, alicia stood there, waiting, her heard pounding so fast she could feel it in her ears. she just wanted to get whatever was going to happen to her over and done with.