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ELLA DIDN'T CARE that much for Eugene and Abraham, she only knew them as the people who saved Glenn and Maggie so for that they were in her debt. She only cared they didn't cause drama in the group as they thought about what to do. When they had gone unconscious, Ella thought 'good riddance' for they both their issues affecting the group as a whole. If Eugene didn't wake up, she wouldn't shed a single tear for his death and she would go on with her life of surviving against the odds here on Earth for however much longer that would be for Ella Walsh, so long she didn't end up like everyone else. . . dying because they decided they didn't like everyone else's views on the world nowadays.
With Abraham awake, only time would tell when he snapped again and punched the shit out of someone else in his blind rage that he'd been suppressing for far too long, a rage that turned into a dangerous tornado and swept everyone inside of it. In no time, he might get himself killed, kill someone else because of that rage, or both. It was something he would have to learn to control, but everyone knew he wouldn't listen to damn soul that told him to get himself in check. Abraham only listened to himself. No one else. It was all or nothing for him.
Ella was sitting inside of the firetruck, flipping through some old CD's. They had terrible taste. Brokencycle, Attila. . . it was so bad. Ella almost put it away when she saw the artist Cage The Elephant. She smiled remembering when his album first came out. Her and mother always listened to it, they geeked over him and his music all the time. It was a match made in heaven with his music. When her mother got his album, Ella wasn't sure she would like him since he blew up, but she was wrong. She loved him. She had tons of Cage The Elephant posters hanging all over her room the day she was introduced to him.
Ella slid the CD out of the case and shoved into her backpack, smiling to herself. Once they settled down again, Ella would hunt down a CD player to play some music to liven the space up. Everyone would love his music. She knew they would. They all had excellent taste in music.
The Walsh woman opened the glove box again to search it throughly once more in case she missed something very valuable. Wouldn't want walkers getting a hand on it. She picked out a box and flipped it over to the label. It read TROJAN BARESKIN. Ella glanced into the rearview mirros at Abraham. He needs these, she thought to herself.
"Hey, Ella-" Maggie's voice came out of nowhere. Ella immediately cringed. She didn't have enough time to put the box away before Maggie was standing next to her, staring at the box in her hands. Maggie raised her eyebrows. "Things getting a little frisky, El?" she winked with a huge, stupid grin on her face.
"No!" Ella tapped her mouth repeatedly in embarrassment to make Maggie speak quieter. If Glenn heard that. . . man. "I just found it in here. I think whoever drove this was getting frisky with their coworkers." Ella deadpanned.
