[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmU0YjRiYi5Rbkp2YjJ0c2VXNGdVbTl6WlhabGJIUSwuMAAA/south-gardens-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [indent][indent][sub][color=gray]I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/center] As the group discussed what to do with the wild child, the smell of dead fish and deer carcass filled Brooklyn nose and made her feel nauseous. She didn't say much during the discussion, thoughts and ideas running through her head a mile a minute. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Sam and I can thoroughly check her, just in case. She doesn't really need to be captive while shes out, but we can't trust her just yet. Even the smallest can be deceiving."[/b][/color] her mouth pursed, as she thought about everything that was weighed. She valued the opinion of everyone in her group, though her own thoughts sometimes plagued even the most reasonable decision. Quickly the room was filled with the voice of the young girl. Her voice was soft and sweet. Just like Brooklyn had imagined it. Her daughter should have and would have had a songstress voice like her mother. During her entire pregnancy she sang to Harris, old songs, new songs, songs that she would make up along the way. As the girl scooted away, panicked and angry that their group had unarmed and started to undress her. [color=e3b3ba][b]"HEY!"[/b][/color] Brooklyn spoke loud and stern, looking directly at the girl. Their gray eyes locked. [color=e3b3ba][b]"We're not trying to hurt you. We want to help you. But we can't screw ourselves either."[/b][/color] she placed her hand gently on the girl's head, before her hand reached down sharply and grabbed the girl's chin, hard. She turned her head to the left and right as she watched the young one's pupils. They didn't seem mutated, very responsive. She was lovely. [color=e3b3ba][b]"What do you guys think?"[/b][/color] Brooklyn asked, looking hopeful towards her companions.