" IT'S NOW OR NEVER
A REVERIE ENDEAVER. "
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Ellie and AJ were a hell of a team. Having to adapt and travel the post apocalyptic world alone was one hell of a way to grow up. After loosing the...
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FORCED TO GO back to cell block C, Ellie called out for Carl to let her in.
She walked to her brother, checking on him briefly before cautiously moving to the cell Hershel was resting in. Carol gently pulled the blood soaked towel away with a grimace.
"It has to stop eventually, right?" The short haired woman switched the towels, passing the bloody one to Lori.
"It's slowed down quiet a bit already." The Grimes woman reminded optimistically.
Carol sighed. "If we can get him through this-"
"When we get him through this." Lori corrected, the water from the sink turning a deep red as the blood was washed down.
"We'll need crutches." Carol finished. "Right now we could use some antibiotics and painkillers, some sterile gauze."
"There's gotta be an infirmary here. Think about how many riots and fights could have broken out." Ellie reminded them, leaning her palms again the lower bunk to see them.
"If there is, we'll find it." Lori nodded, using her cool, blood stained hand to press against Hershel's sweating forehead.
Carol looked at the Grimes woman solemnly. "You've gotta be worried sick about delivering the baby."
"Look at me." Lori was quick to dismiss her worry. "I look worried?"
"You look disgusting." Carol laughed lightly.
"So do you." Lori chuckled. Ellie smiled softly at the interaction, happy to have the mood lifted slightly.
"We'll get through this." The pregnant woman whispered. Ellie wasn't sure if she was reassuring the others, or herself.
"Is there anything I can do?" The Dixon girl spoke up gently. Carol and Lori shared a glance with a small shrug.
"I don't think so, honey. Just be ready if we do." Lori smiled tightly.
She then unclipped the riot gear from Hershel's chest, gently removing it from his body as he wheezed and gasped for air.
Maggie couldn't handle being in the room any longer, and Ellie watched silently as she walked to Glenn. The couple embraced in a tight hug, each using the other for reassured comfort.
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"FOODS HERE!" T-DOG called happily from outside the cell.
Ellie and Carl ran to the door, unlocking it for him and Rick. The Dixon girl smiled brighter than she had in a long time. This was more food than she had ever seen.
"What've you got?" Carl looked in awe as well.
"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans." T seemed very cheerful. "And there's a lot more where this came from."
"Where's my dad?" Ellie followed after them as Carl relocated the door.
"He's still down there with the others, cataloguing what we're taking." Rick explained, panting due to the heavy bags in his hands.
He stopped by the crowded cell. "Any change?"
"Bleedings under control and no fever." Lori told him the good news first. "But his breath is labored and his pulse is way down...and he hasn't opened his eyes yet."
Rick looked to the older man before glancing at Glenn. "Take my cuffs, put'em on him. I'm not taking any chances."
As soon as the Rhee man grabbed them Rick walked off. Lori squeezed the young man's arm before following her estranged husband, hand on her back to support the bump.
Ellie glanced around, locking eyes with Carl who waved her over to him urgently. She raced over nonchalantly.
"What's up?" She whispered as soon as she got close enough.
"You wanna come with me to find the infirmary?" The boy proposed.
Ellie smirked with a quirked eyebrow. "Sure. When?"
"Now." Carl checked his guns ammo count. Ellie nodded, doing the same before they slipped out through the back.
The two kids ran down the dark, empty hallways in a practiced silence. However, as they turned a corner, two walkers jumped out at them.
Ellie swore under her breath, pulling her hunting knife from her belt and stabbing one in the skull.
A silenced gunshot popped, alerting the girl to Carl taking down the second monster. They glanced at each other, breath labored, before nodding curtly at the other.
After a bit more running, the two finally came across the locked up medical center. Ellie stuck her knife in between the cuffs used to lock the doors, yanking back harshly.
Carl rushed in, checking his surroundings for any monsters before motioning the Dixon girl forward.
Together, they grabbed any and everything they could find, stuffing it in a discarded duffle bag.
Once they were done serching cabinets, lockers, and drawers, they high fived.
"I can't believe all this stuff was just sitting here." Ellie scoffed in shock, a gentle smile gracing her features. Carl mimicked her expression.
"I know. This is just what Carol needs to help Hershel." The Grimes boy swung the straps over his shoulder.
"I'll go first, you watch our backs." Ellie planed as they raced out into the corridors.
