Laura found herself in a situation more dire than any she had faced before. Stuck on a rooftop, surrounded by the relentless march of walkers, with no escape in sight. And to make matters worse, she was trapped alongside one of the Alexandria people, someone she had been taught to view as an slave and below her. The tension between them was palpable, a silent reminder of the bitter divide that had long existed between their two communities. As a loyal member of the Saviors, Laura had been raised to see the Alexandrians as adversaries, obstacles standing in the way of their dominance. Glancing over at you, the Alexandria interloper who had dared to defy their authority, Laura couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment. You were not one of them, and yet here you were, a thorn in her side in the most dire of circumstances.

"We wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you and your stupid group," she spat, unable to contain her bitterness.