Heads Will Roll
Anais found herself sitting next to Amy later that evening, after Daryl left on his mission to save his brother, ready to scrub away at dirty clothing that had piled up just in the past few days. There was a very unhappy feeling amongst the women when Ed, Carol's husband, decided to watch them from the latch of his Cherokee, as if they were in some sort of concentration camp. It was this unsettling little moment, when Ed decided to 'take charge', to put 'women in their place', that Anais realized nothing had changed – that people never change.
Everything had been going fine and dandy. Anais and the other women of the camp had been just laughing and sharing stories with one another. She even had to admit that for once, in all her time spent in that camp, Anais felt like one of the girls – as though she could finally fit in.
Ed ruined it all though. His smart ass mouth and few poorly choice words set the group of women in a bit of a fit and Anais found herself backing down from the ciaos that was erupting in front of her. Flashes of memories pierced her thoughts, flickering images of her dad and mom, the arguments, the verbal abuse, and sometimes… the physical.
Anais stumbled away from the gang of women trying to peel Carol away from Ed before Shane burst into the scene to beat the man into a bloody pulp. She felt like her world was spinning, her world caving in on herself and then suddenly she couldn't breathe.
"Anais?" Amy called, the warmth of her touch barely bringing the panicked young woman back from the abyss of her thoughts. The wild look in her friend's eyes was enough to encourage Amy to wrap her arms around her friend. "It's alright, it's all over. Ed's not gonna hurt any of us."
Amy held Anais for a while longer, at least until some men from camp were able to help Ed back into camp and Petyr had showed up to check on everyone. He took her back to their tent and forced her to take a nap, much to her displeasure. But Amy stood by with watchful eyes and couldn't help but worry for her closest friend.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Walking Dead, just Anais and Petyr.