" 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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ELLIE WAKES WITH a start early in the morning. Her mind is reeling with the visual of blood and deafening screams.
"I'm sorry, Momma. I'm so sorry." The Dixon girl sits on the edge of her cot with her head in her hands. She bit her lip to avoid making any sound.
It wasn't until the mattress dipped did Ellie realize someone was there. When she opened her eyes, the brunette was met with the sweet face of AJ.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, the echo still incredibly loud in the cell block. "You were crying again."
Ellie sniffled, wiping her eyes and smiling softly. "Yeah, Jay. I'm all right." She pulled him into an embrace.
Then, a knock sounded from the solid walls around them. The kids looked over to find Daryl leaning against the wall.
"Hey, y'all okay?" He asked softly, glancing at the both of them suspiciously.
"We're good, Dad." Ellie assured.
Daryl nodded and cleared his throat. "A'right, well we're 'bout to check out the rest of the prison. Carl's watchin' one set of the keys, I need you on backup."
"Okay, we're right behind you." The Dixon girl pulls her boots towards the bed and slips them on, watching as AJ does the same.
Walking out of the cell block, Ellie leaned against a table littered with weapons.
"Not bad." Daryl clicked on a flashlight to see if it worked.
"Flashbangs, CS Triple-Chasers." Rick held one up to the light. "Not sure how they'd work on the walkers, but we'll take 'em."
Just then, Daryl picked up a helmet looted from a monster. A glob of slime fell to the ground.
"That's disgusting." Ellie leaned away from the slimey riot gear.
"I ain't wearing this shit." Daryl agreed with a scoff.
T-Dog held up a glove that was absolutely soaked. "We could boil 'em." He suggested.
"Ain't enough firewood in the whole forest. No." The Dixon man snorted, picking up a long baton. "Besides, we made it this far without 'em, right?"
