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HER HANDS WERE dirty from the garden. Ella and Glenn had been planting new seeds all morning long to get everything to start growing more of the plants they wanted to grow before winter hit them in the back like a gust of wind. Apparently, Rick attempted to plant when they were at the store a day ago, but he got called away to do something else. That was okay though, that just meant Ella could sit here all day and only do this instead of whatever chores Rick would usually assign them for the rest of the day until it was time to eat some dinner before everyone went off to their cells for bed.
After they got back from the store, Ella kept trying to comfort Beth, but Beth simply pushed her away and said she was fine. It was like she didn't even care that her boyfriend just died. When she was informed after she continued to ask about him and when they got in their cars, all she said was "okay". Ella wondered if she really even cared about Zack after all. It wasn't like her. Maybe she just realized people die. . . something Ella could never be okay with.
Glenn had no clue how to properly plant anything, so Ella had to teach him how. It was pretty fun teaching him, there were many laughs and smiles while she watched him attempt to plant. He couldn't figure out how to place the plants inside the hole she dug up for him. It was amusing watching him try to figure out everything after just telling him how to do it.
Ella wiped her hands on her jeans to get as much dirt off as possible. She stood up and extended her hand out to him, he took it. Their fingers brushed the tips of their fingers after she took his hand into hers. She looked longingly into his eyes, her eyes twinkling from how much happiness he was bringing her by just standing in front of her.
She turned her face away. "My mother and I used to always garden in the backyard. That's where my father allowed us to have our fun, so we decided to put it there. She taught me everything about this that I know." she reminisced, she remembered all the fun times they had, the blissful moments.
"She seemed like quite the woman," Glenn smiled at Ella, patting his hands clean. "You never told me how she. . . went." he whispered. Ella fiddled with her hands. "Hey," he put his hand on her arm. "You can tell me. It's good to talk about it."
Ella laughed dryly. "She was bit, I think. Dad and I came back home and saw her ripping someone apart. . . I shot her in the head," she gulped. Glenn's eyes grew. "I put her down."
"I'm so, so sorry, El." he sighed, his facial expression somber.
"What about yours?"
He shrugged as he removed his hand from her arm. "I don't know. She's probably dead," he frowned. "It haunts me every night knowing that my parents and sisters could be out there while I'm here doing nothing to find them. Or they could be dead." he shook his head.
Ella placed her hand on his shoulder, caressing it. "We'll find them. One day, we can look for them. Together."
Distant gunshots turned their heads towards the prison. She gasped, before feeling herself move forward towards their home. She sprinted up the hill and ripped her pistol from the holster, her feet pounding into the ground. She saw Rick running from the pigs pen, his own gun in his hands. She pulled the gate open. Carol stood there with a weapon. "Walkers?" she screamed out to her to allow her voice carry through the air towards her, her eyes behind her on Carl taking off to the tower where Maggie and Brandon were standing.
