“Chas” didn’t expect this. A strange battle scarred adult woman standing in her garage, guns stolen, coffee drunk. The brunette definitely had come from a warzone. Her black flak jacket looks torn.
“Um...” hums the woman. “I was just...”
“Stealing our guns? You’re lucky i didn’t kill you on the spot”, snarled Chas. “Just who are you?”
The woman to Chasca looks genuinely confused.
“I...actually don’t know. I’m looking for something. But it’s not here. I needed something to drink.” She rounds off; satisfied she has covered her tracks.
“Who are you?” Chasca repeats. She is getting very angry at this woman.
“It’s...” Shit I hadn’t thought of that. ”...Sarah...Taylor...Just call me Taylor.”
“Whatever.” Chasca waves her hand as if to say “Sure buddy.”
Taylor clutches her head again.
“I need to know...and it might sound strange...what day is this? I can’t really remember much.” She says.
“Saturday...” Chasca answers suspiciously.
“No...what year?”
Chasca’s jaw drops.
“What?”
Taylor freezes and starts waving her hand.
“Wait...wait I know what year it is...! Everyone does...” She giggles nervously.
Dan chooses that moment to walk in, saving Taylor inadvertently. But with more difficult questions.
“Who the hell is that?” He demands.
You’re alive, Taylor thinks in amazement and wonder.
“Sarah Taylor. Sorry for breaking in like this. I was looking for something to drink. I don’t remember much. Not even how I got here.”
“Whatever. Be sure you’re out of here. We’re going to see what happened to our friend.”
Suddenly Taylor panics.
“Wait you can’t!”
Chasca asks her why not. Dan just stares. But Taylor manages to giggle and handwave.
“I mean...I’ll go with you!”
Dan looks at her again and then scoffs. “No thanks. We work alone.”
There’s a good reason for that, Chasca thinks.
Suddenly, with blinding speed, Taylor turns and shoves her rifle in Dan’s face, firmly.
“Don’t underestimate me.” she almost snarls. Chasca almost gasped at the sudden change in personality. What had happened to this girl?
“Um...” hums the woman. “I was just...”
“Stealing our guns? You’re lucky i didn’t kill you on the spot”, snarled Chas. “Just who are you?”
The woman to Chasca looks genuinely confused.
“I...actually don’t know. I’m looking for something. But it’s not here. I needed something to drink.” She rounds off; satisfied she has covered her tracks.
“Who are you?” Chasca repeats. She is getting very angry at this woman.
“It’s...” Shit I hadn’t thought of that. ”...Sarah...Taylor...Just call me Taylor.”
“Whatever.” Chasca waves her hand as if to say “Sure buddy.”
Taylor clutches her head again.
“I need to know...and it might sound strange...what day is this? I can’t really remember much.” She says.
“Saturday...” Chasca answers suspiciously.
“No...what year?”
Chasca’s jaw drops.
“What?”
Taylor freezes and starts waving her hand.
“Wait...wait I know what year it is...! Everyone does...” She giggles nervously.
Dan chooses that moment to walk in, saving Taylor inadvertently. But with more difficult questions.
“Who the hell is that?” He demands.
You’re alive, Taylor thinks in amazement and wonder.
“Sarah Taylor. Sorry for breaking in like this. I was looking for something to drink. I don’t remember much. Not even how I got here.”
“Whatever. Be sure you’re out of here. We’re going to see what happened to our friend.”
Suddenly Taylor panics.
“Wait you can’t!”
Chasca asks her why not. Dan just stares. But Taylor manages to giggle and handwave.
“I mean...I’ll go with you!”
Dan looks at her again and then scoffs. “No thanks. We work alone.”
There’s a good reason for that, Chasca thinks.
Suddenly, with blinding speed, Taylor turns and shoves her rifle in Dan’s face, firmly.
“Don’t underestimate me.” she almost snarls. Chasca almost gasped at the sudden change in personality. What had happened to this girl?