A young 15 year old girl finds herself caring for a 14 immune girl and has to try her hardest not to fall.
Oh and it's mature for a reason
The last of us hbo
Started February 9, 2023
Ended ?
Major warning dose have some sensitive topics
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Wendy's eyes shot open sitting up fastly she took in her soundings. The sun just slowly was making its way up. Rubbing her eyes Wendy looked around see Ellie sleeping with her mouth open yet again. She peered over at her dad seeing he wasn't in his sleeping bag. A loud noise forced her to look towards the blue and white truck.
Wendy slowly stood up her legs little weak from sleep. She bent down grabbing her small soft blanket she snagged from Bill and Franks. Wrapping it around her face and her shoulders Wendy walked over to her dad. "Your loud." Wendy stood behind her dad. "Holy shit." Joel turned. Wendy have a sleepy smile proud that she snuck up on her dad. "Ellie has a point you do need a bell." Wendy rolled her eyes. Turning Wendy opened the bed of the truck setting down.
Joel laughed softly looking at Wendy then back at the stove. "What?" Wendy sounded confused. "You look like a nun." Joel continued to laugh. "Ha. Ha. What are you making?" Wendy asked. "Coffee." Wendy smiled happily. "Making enough for me too." Wendy looked at the trees. Happily listening to the birds. "Ugh. What the fuck it that!" Wendy head looked over at the coffee pot. "My coffee!" Wendy screamed as she watch some fall out of the pot. Fastly trying to get to the pot Wendy tripped on her blanket face plating. Ellie broke out in uncontrollable laughter. Ellie flicked the pot closed still laughing at Wendy. Wendy brought her face up looking at Ellie rolling her eyes. Ellie dramatically fell backwards and put her head on her backpack.
The car drove fast forward as Wendy held her canteen tightly in her hands. Looking forward out the window. Her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Is that seriously what those Starbucks in the QZ used to sell?" Ellie looked up at the mirror seeing Wendy's droopy smile as she held her cup. "Theirs was alot fresher than the stuff Bill saved up. But yeah." Joel focused on the road. "It smells like brunt shit." A little gasp came from wendy. Wendy gave a dirty look to her dad as he slurped his coffee. "Why the fuck did you just slurp you fucking coffee?" Wendy asked. Wendy brought the drink to her lips as she got no response. "Eyes on the map." Joel tapped the map on Ellie lap. "76 west and then 70 west for like ever." Ellie pointed on her map. Wendy brought her drink to her lips not ready for the hours of driving ahead of her.
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Wendy opened her door. Walking along with her dad. They made it to Kansas City but there was a large box truck in the way to continue down the freeway. Wendy looked at her dad seeing a small gap between the floor and the box truck. She nodded her head towards it. Shaking his head yes Wendy got on her hands and knees crawling in the hole. Wendy's knees and hand ached as the tiny rock digged into her skin. "Dad gun." Wendy reached behind her. Her dad handed her a large shot gun. Pulling herself out of the hole. Lopping her head through the strap. Holding the gun Wendy took off the safety feeling more confident with the gun. Wendy reloaded the gun. She walk round for a minute seeing all the dirt and nothing clearing the way on the other side of the free way.
