" 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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SITTING AT THE smallest dining table Ellie has ever seen, Michonne walked forward. Carl snickered softly at her.
"Do you have something to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?" Michonne asked rhetorically, rolling the sleeves up and twirling to show them. She'd taken a white button up but tied the back to be more form fitting while keeping all but a few buttons done up.
Ellie smiled brightly. "No, no, you look great."
"Oh, you missed a..." Carl pointed to an open button as the woman sat down. Michonne nodded, silently fixing the buttons.
"Wish we had some soy milk." The Hawthorne woman poured some cereal into a bowl.
Ellie and Carl looked at each other, a look of disgust passing them.
"Seriously?" Carl cringed.
"Yes, seriously." Michonne stood her ground. "Have you ever tried it?"
"My best friend in third grade, he was allergic to dairy." The Grimes boy started.
"Uh-huh." Ellie crossed her arms, listening intently.
"And every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it."
"And?" Michonne pushed.
"I threw up!" The boy laughed.
"Oh, yeah. Likely story." Ellie snickered before turning to face Michonne. "My mom had me try some, it was so gross. Even she didn't like it."
"All right, all right." Carl laughed. "I almost threw up. But I was like, ugh!" He faked a dry heave. "It was so gross. I mean, literally, I would rather have powdered milk then to have to drink that stuff again. I would rather have Judith's formula-"
He cut himself off as his face fell, Michonne and Ellie mimicking his expression of loss.
Before anyone could say something, Carl suddenly pushed up from his seat. "I'm gonna go finish my book. I have a couple chapters left."
Michonne waited until the rushed footsteps climbed the stairs before she sighed. Glancing up at Ellie, she hesitated asking. "Is she...?"
"We think." The Dixon girl nodded. "Her seat was bloody and we found AJ's shoe...next to it."
The Hawthorne woman placed a comforting hand on the girls. "I'm so sorry, Ellie."
