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[RAISON D'ETRE]

0.0 || prologue

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"Look, Jason I can handle, okay? At a push because he's done some pretty stupid shit. But why the hell are we here with everyone else? They're like deadweight." 

Glenn looks over at Adaline as she talks, a slight frown forming on his face the more she speaks and she looks over at him when he doesn't say anything. "What?" She asks.

"You really aren't good at team work, are you?" Glenn asks.

"Not when ninety-eight percent of our 'team' is useless." Adaline responds.

"Stop calling them useless." He says and she rolls her eyes.

"They can't hear me this time." She argues, gesturing at the fact that they were on an empty rooftop.

"Doesn't make it okay." He says and she shrugs.

"It makes it better." She retorts and he sighs.

"I'll give you that one." He responds and she hums.

"It just irritates me. We had a perfectly functioning system and then they all decided to just take a sledgehammer to it. Over and over and over and over again." Adaline complains. 

"Yeah, well, after the last run we did alone, we could use the help." Glenn says.

"Don't use the word 'help'. It'll go to their heads and they'll think they're more than just useless deadweight." Adaline says and he shakes his head at her. "Besides, we managed just fine on our last run alone." She says.

"Just fine? Ada, we were stuck in a supply closet for more than five hours waiting for the building to clear out." Glenn argues.

"I still insist I could have gotten us out of there way sooner without a scratch." Adaline says.

"We couldn't open the door." Glenn says.

"You barely let me try. I had and currently have a crowbar in my bag." Adaline says.

"Since when?" He asks incredulously.

"Since I packed when we left! Why am I the only person who packed appropriately for the apocalypse?" Adaline responds, equally as incredulous.

"I didn't own a crowbar." Glenn argues.

"Why not? You never know when you're gonna need a crowbar." Adaline says.

"You're insane." He says and she scoffs.

"I'm apparently the only sane person here." She argues.

"What about family pictures?" Glenn asks.

"I was with people I cared about and those people grabbed pictures. Why should I waste space on them?" Adaline asks.

"What about pictures of your other foster families?" Glenn asks.

"Glenn, all of them sucked. I don't have pictures of other foster families." Adaline says.

"All of them?" He asks and she shrugs.

"Honestly, the only reason I got adopted was because I was getting close to aging out of the system and causing a ton of trouble legally and the cop who kept arresting me was a massive softy." Adaline responds with a shrug.

"That's actually kind of sad." He says.

"Yeah, I know. I lived it." Adaline responds, glancing down at the street before frowning slightly when she sees someone riding down the middle of the street on horseback. "What the everloving fuck is that guy doing?" She asks and Glenn frowns before looking down at the road, both of them stopping when he spots him.

"Trying to get himself killed?" Glenn suggests.

"Only feasible explanation." Adaline says with a shrug. "Oh well, let's go." She says and Glenn grabs her arm when she goes to walk away and the brunette looks over at him. "No, don't tell me you want to save this random stranger too!" She exclaims incredulously, gesturing at the street and he shrugs. "Glenn, we already have too much dead weight!"

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