"What were you before the apocalypse?" Anya stretched out, leaning back into the seat.
"Pizza boy in Atlanta," Glenn answered in a mutter, as though he was embarrassed. She chuckled to herself and looked out the window.
"I was in college, studying to become a forensic anthropologist. Had been doing that for about a year," she spoke casually. "Hadn't seen Merle and Daryl since I was thirteen. Left me with the bitch of a father." She snickered to herself, although she was mentally just trying to find someone to talk to. It may have been stupid seeing as she had just met him but she was always a little bit reckless.
"How old are you now?" Glenn blurted out without thinking, before he realized that the fact she hadn't seen Merle and Daryl since she was thirteen may have been a sensitive topic.
"Nineteen. It's been six years," Anya stated in a quiet voice before she positioned herself so she was looking at Glenn directly. "How old are you? You seem maybe twenty."
"Twenty-two," Glenn spoke in a careful voice, as though he was trying not to let anything burst out of his mouth without it meaning to. His hands clenched the wheel with all of his might and his knuckles turned white.
"Well, maybe we can be friends," Anya shrugged, moving her feet from the floorboards up onto the dashboard with her hands behind her head.
"Yeah, maybe."
A little African American girl laid in a hotel room, overtaken by a woman thrice the size of her. The woman's mouth dripped with blood, pieces of her daughter's flesh hanging from her mouth like a limp piece of hair. Anya stood outside the door with a weapon at hand. She busted in, only to see the two people she cared about most since the apocalypse began dead.
"Luna…" she cried to herself, the jolts of her sobs knocking her slightly forward with every sob. "Layken…" The undead version of the woman shakily brought itself to its feet before stumbling, heavy with every step towards her. Anya fumbled for her knife, her gun much too loud and she knew she wouldn't be able to do it. A growl erupted from the woman's blood covered mouth as it lunged, knocking her to the ground instantly. Anya cried tears. Tears of anger, tears of sadness. She couldn't tell which although it really didn't matter. She fought back, her arms pushing the woman back, away from her.
Then she heard the other growl. It was a quiet growl, the growl of an undead child.
"Get away from me Luna!" Anya screeched at the top of her lungs, pushing with all of her might, making the walker topple off of her… and into the rising corpse of presumably Layken, the little girl. Anya scrambled to her feet in fear, turning with blurry eyes just a second to see the two walkers stumble to their feet before she fled the room, the door wide open…
"We're almost there, the others went ahead of us."
Anya had fallen asleep. She hadn't slept in days, maybe even weeks. That was the closest to reality you could get without exaggerating. Glenn had shook her awake and she gasped for air, the nightmare almost as though it was the real thing. She could smell the death. She could feel Luna's cold, dead hands grasp at her.
"Anya?" Glenn turned his concern toward her as he glanced over. "Are you alright?"
Anya blanked for a moment, not knowing what to say, until almost a minute later answering with a simple "yes". He looked suspiciously over at her before turning his attention back to the road. They had driven into the woods and she looked around to notice not a thing was disturbing the peace… except the screech of the car alarm from the car they were driving. The car skidded to a stop, only for Anya to see people getting out of the boxvan.
Anya's mood changed in a snap. It happened almost instantly, her having just gotten out of the Dodge Challenger before she realized Merle wasn't there, with the others. Her mind had went blank, nothing but survival mode knocking in her brain. She ran towards the box van, ripping open the back doors to see no one left.
"Where the hell is Merle?" she yelled in anger, marching immediately up to T-Dog with a gun in her hand. She held the Colt Python firmly in her hand, staring down the man.
"Where. Is. Merle," she growled coldly, her eyes flashing with anger. Although T-Dog was much taller than her and obviously stronger, she didn't care. She wanted to know where her brother was. Everything was deathly silent as all attention on the new girl with the fire in her eyes. "Where the hell is my brother you nigger?" She raised her gun, aiming directly at the place between his eyes.
"Anya," she heard the echoing of "Officer Friendly" yelling for her. "Anya! Put the gun down, it was an accident." The pleas of Rick caused her to turn around with nothing but a smirk on her face.
"An accident? You hated my brother, T-Dog hated my brother. Everyone hates my god damn brother, even me. So tell me, was it really an accident? Because I honestly don't think so." Anya waved her gun as she spoke, causing the mothers to move their children behind them.
"Yes it was. T-Dog dropped the key an-" Anya cut him off instantly, turning back to T-Dog with the gun pointed at him yet again.
"Why the hell didn't you just pick it back up? Was it really that hard for you to get up off your fatass and bend down to get the key to save a man's life?" Her face was as red as her hair now and there was almost certainty that she would shoot him.
"Anya," the hand of Glenn touched her shoulder gingerly, only for her to turn with the gun pointed at his chest. "Let them explain further, I'm sure there's a good reason." He was the peacemaker. Anya could tell just by that sentence.
"Fine." Anya holstered her gun before turning towards T-Dog. "Give me a good explanation before I blow your fucking brains out."
"It fell into a drain…"