" 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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CARL STORMED OFF as they came across a beaten path. His sadness was morphing to anger, as Ellie's usually does.
Unfortunately, the Dixon girl wasn't able to fall down that hole right now. She couldn't let her mind go crazy thinking about all the ways her father and her brother could have died. Or the many different ways she could have saved them.
And she definitely didn't want to let her mind delve deeper into the thought that the rest of the group—the rest of her family—could be dead, too.
So, she distracted herself by supporting Rick; literally. The Grimes man was so beaten he had a hard time walking on his own and Ellie took it upon herself to keep him upright.
"Carl, slow down. Please." She called to the boy who didn't even falter at her words. "Carl, come on."
"Carl, stop!" Rick raised his voice, finally getting the boy to stop. "We need to stay together. We got to find a place with food, supplies." The slower two finally caught up with him.
Rick placed a bandaged hand on the boys shoulder. "Hey. We're gonna be..." He trailed off as his son stared at him with a blank expression.
Carl brushed his father's hand off his shoulder only to continue stomping off. His eyes were devoid of emotion, but Ellie knew better. She knew he was using all of his will to stay strong, but he was loosing grasp.
"It's okay." Ellie readjusted her hold on Rick. "He'll come around, he needs to grieve."
Rick nodded. He knew that, he just didn't want to see his son in pain alone. "Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect. Don't worry about me, okay?" The Dixon girl urged them forward.
After what felt like hours of walking, the three came across a building at the end of the path. Ellie swung the front door open, Carl holding his gun at the ready as Rick leaned against the wall.
"Okay, you go left I go right?" The Dixon girl glanced to the boy. He nodded firmly, ready to clear the place when Rick held a shaking hand out.
"I'd rather you two wait outside." Rick slurred.
Carl scoffed. "You wait outside and we'll clear it. I mean, I could do it myself anyway."
"Excuse me?" The Grimes man raised his eyebrows in challenge.
"Rick, you can't stand on your own and you probably have a concussion." Ellie stepped in before Carl could make it worse. "We got this, don't worry."
