“We've all lost our families,” Elizabeth commented quietly to Ethan; he wasn't the only one to have lost someone close to them. Her jaw clinched at the thought, but she refused to let anymore emotion show on her face knowing that once that dam burst, she wouldn't be able to hold it back anymore and she would be useless. Arching a brow at his confession that he thought she'd kill him, if anything she took it as a compliment. Though Elizabeth could kill whatever those things were out there, she hadn't ever killed an actual person—she hadn't needed to. And she hoped to hell things would stay that way.
Hearing a whistle coming from behind Ethan, the woman craned her neck to look behind them. The color drained from her face when she realized that they'd been had and, no matter what they had wanted to do, they were going to be taken to the farmhouse regardless. Eyes narrowing at the men in the bushes, she remained as still and quiet as she could possibly be until someone sprung from behind. Everything going dark around her, she squirmed and fought against her captor. Easily overpowering her with their strength, they loaded them in the back of their convoy.
Even though they both had bags over their heads, Ethan still found it in him to complain about their situation—and it even sounded like he was blaming her for it. Kicking her foot towards the sound, she unfortunately she only hit air rather than her intended target of Ethan's leg. “You shouldn't have dragged us towards them in the first place!” They'd probably heard him rustling through the brush when he was trying to listen in on their conversation.
Feeling the rough terrain as they were taken to the farmhouse, Elizabeth wasn't thrilled to be there—hostage or not. Forced out of the vehicle, she could feel the barrel of a gun pressed against her back to keep her in line. Pushing her forward, she took a couple of blind steps before being pushed again. Her wrists were starting to feel raw as she'd been working at her bindings in an attempt to loosen them.
Hearing him call to the others who were supposedly in the cabin, the woman muttered mostly to herself, “Ain't my people.” She didn't know them and if the others were anything like Ethan then they were probably more of a liability than anything else. Though her means of surviving wasn't perfect, it had worked fine these past couple of days and hopefully over time she'd enhance what little she actually knew so things would get easier.
If these people didn't kill her first.
Elizabeth didn't know what was happening out there, but he could hear the sound of gunfire. Heart pounding rapidly in her chest, she was terrified that a stray bullet would hit her so she didn't dare move and simply hoped one of them wasn't being aimed in her direction. Feeling her captor grab her hair, she let out a cry of pain as her head jerked back. Feeling the gun move from her back, it wasn't soon after that his hold on her relaxed completely and she was able to pull away. Quickly she reached up to pull the bag from her head. Taking seconds for her eyes to adjust to the sudden light, she took in her new surroundings while her brain tried to catch up with what was going on.
The only one she recognized was Ethan, still masked and running to the porch. Despite her reservations about the man, being the only familiar thing she knew she made her way towards him though she stopped herself short and stared at him completely bewildered as not only did he trip, but he somehow managed to know himself out like some kind of cartoon she would catch her daughter watching. The only thing she could do was stand beside the man and stare down at him; she even lightly kicked the bottom of his shoe to see if he was really out.
A new face arrived and knelt at Ethan's side. Not really expecting much, figuring he'd be too busy tending to the unconscious name, she arched a brow when he asked who she was. “I could ask you the same,” she replied. Though it wasn't the man himself that answered; she figured out his name was Johnny as a whole mass of people arrived and one of them addressed him. When a boy reached Ethan, she couldn't help but notice the look he'd given her. “What?” she demanded. If the kid had something to say to her then he could say it.
There were way too many people around for her liking and she continued trying to escape her bindings so she could leave; none of these people were offering to help her out any.
She didn't know what the deal with the woman was, but when she spoke with an authoritative air in her tone, Elizabeth simply scoffed. “Honey, those people already knew about your farm. They didn't need us to lead them anywhere.” It had been the opposite. Which just brought up the question how many other people knew this farm existed and thought it would be a safe place to hole up. Staying there, at least in her opinion, wasn't safe and she was more than happy to leave seeing as she never wanted to be there in the first place.
Her attention turning back to Johnny, Elizabeth stated, “I say you take these off and I take that offer on getting the hell out of here.” Motioning to Ethan's unconscious body with her bound hands, she added, “You can keep that.”
Whether or not it was because they doubted she could be trusted, they were just assholes, or a little of both, Elizabeth still felt like a captive as she was forced to stay until Ethan woke. With an agitated sigh of discontent, she muttered, “Fucking hell.” Hands still bound, her harsh stare bore holes into each of them as she was led inside. Even though she technically had a roof over her head she didn't feel any better as she had on her own in the middle of the woods. At least then she'd had some form of control.
Sitting off in a corner by herself, Elizabeth continued to work at her bindings until her wrists were too sore to keep at it and she finally gave up. Leaning her head against the wall she closed her eyes. Hearing the offer of a bath which sounded like a luxury at this point considering she'd gone three days without one and was covered in a foul combination of dirt, grime, and gore. Opening one of her eyes she asked, “Does that invitation extend to me, too?” doubting that it did since she was still a prisoner to these people.
Rather than the woman addressing her of her questions about who she was, she seemed to talk to Ethan—as if he really knew anything about her. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head away from the ground and went back to being silent. If these people weren't going to try then she saw no reason why she had to.
Hearing a whistle coming from behind Ethan, the woman craned her neck to look behind them. The color drained from her face when she realized that they'd been had and, no matter what they had wanted to do, they were going to be taken to the farmhouse regardless. Eyes narrowing at the men in the bushes, she remained as still and quiet as she could possibly be until someone sprung from behind. Everything going dark around her, she squirmed and fought against her captor. Easily overpowering her with their strength, they loaded them in the back of their convoy.
Even though they both had bags over their heads, Ethan still found it in him to complain about their situation—and it even sounded like he was blaming her for it. Kicking her foot towards the sound, she unfortunately she only hit air rather than her intended target of Ethan's leg. “You shouldn't have dragged us towards them in the first place!” They'd probably heard him rustling through the brush when he was trying to listen in on their conversation.
Feeling the rough terrain as they were taken to the farmhouse, Elizabeth wasn't thrilled to be there—hostage or not. Forced out of the vehicle, she could feel the barrel of a gun pressed against her back to keep her in line. Pushing her forward, she took a couple of blind steps before being pushed again. Her wrists were starting to feel raw as she'd been working at her bindings in an attempt to loosen them.
Hearing him call to the others who were supposedly in the cabin, the woman muttered mostly to herself, “Ain't my people.” She didn't know them and if the others were anything like Ethan then they were probably more of a liability than anything else. Though her means of surviving wasn't perfect, it had worked fine these past couple of days and hopefully over time she'd enhance what little she actually knew so things would get easier.
If these people didn't kill her first.
Elizabeth didn't know what was happening out there, but he could hear the sound of gunfire. Heart pounding rapidly in her chest, she was terrified that a stray bullet would hit her so she didn't dare move and simply hoped one of them wasn't being aimed in her direction. Feeling her captor grab her hair, she let out a cry of pain as her head jerked back. Feeling the gun move from her back, it wasn't soon after that his hold on her relaxed completely and she was able to pull away. Quickly she reached up to pull the bag from her head. Taking seconds for her eyes to adjust to the sudden light, she took in her new surroundings while her brain tried to catch up with what was going on.
The only one she recognized was Ethan, still masked and running to the porch. Despite her reservations about the man, being the only familiar thing she knew she made her way towards him though she stopped herself short and stared at him completely bewildered as not only did he trip, but he somehow managed to know himself out like some kind of cartoon she would catch her daughter watching. The only thing she could do was stand beside the man and stare down at him; she even lightly kicked the bottom of his shoe to see if he was really out.
A new face arrived and knelt at Ethan's side. Not really expecting much, figuring he'd be too busy tending to the unconscious name, she arched a brow when he asked who she was. “I could ask you the same,” she replied. Though it wasn't the man himself that answered; she figured out his name was Johnny as a whole mass of people arrived and one of them addressed him. When a boy reached Ethan, she couldn't help but notice the look he'd given her. “What?” she demanded. If the kid had something to say to her then he could say it.
There were way too many people around for her liking and she continued trying to escape her bindings so she could leave; none of these people were offering to help her out any.
She didn't know what the deal with the woman was, but when she spoke with an authoritative air in her tone, Elizabeth simply scoffed. “Honey, those people already knew about your farm. They didn't need us to lead them anywhere.” It had been the opposite. Which just brought up the question how many other people knew this farm existed and thought it would be a safe place to hole up. Staying there, at least in her opinion, wasn't safe and she was more than happy to leave seeing as she never wanted to be there in the first place.
Her attention turning back to Johnny, Elizabeth stated, “I say you take these off and I take that offer on getting the hell out of here.” Motioning to Ethan's unconscious body with her bound hands, she added, “You can keep that.”
Whether or not it was because they doubted she could be trusted, they were just assholes, or a little of both, Elizabeth still felt like a captive as she was forced to stay until Ethan woke. With an agitated sigh of discontent, she muttered, “Fucking hell.” Hands still bound, her harsh stare bore holes into each of them as she was led inside. Even though she technically had a roof over her head she didn't feel any better as she had on her own in the middle of the woods. At least then she'd had some form of control.
Sitting off in a corner by herself, Elizabeth continued to work at her bindings until her wrists were too sore to keep at it and she finally gave up. Leaning her head against the wall she closed her eyes. Hearing the offer of a bath which sounded like a luxury at this point considering she'd gone three days without one and was covered in a foul combination of dirt, grime, and gore. Opening one of her eyes she asked, “Does that invitation extend to me, too?” doubting that it did since she was still a prisoner to these people.
Rather than the woman addressing her of her questions about who she was, she seemed to talk to Ethan—as if he really knew anything about her. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head away from the ground and went back to being silent. If these people weren't going to try then she saw no reason why she had to.