- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsʜᴇs ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥
"When hope seems lost, it's the bonds
we create that keep us going"
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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 - by the relentless march of the undead, Blood and Ashes weaves a tale chara...
𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍- amidst the backdrop of a world teetering on the edge of oblivion, young Carl Grimes and Ellie Walsh, the daughter of Shane Walsh, found solace in the simplicity of their surroundings. They sat side by side on the gritty ground, their eyes fixed on the bustling camp before them.
The camp hummed with activity as survivors moved with a sense of purpose, their faces etched with weariness and determination. Ellie's gaze lingered on her father, Shane, a figure of both strength and conflict. She couldn't help but notice the subtle tension that etched lines across his face, an unspoken turmoil hidden beneath his rugged exterior. She knew there were things left unsaid between them, truths that hung in the air like lingering echoes of a shattered world.
Carl was only a year or two younger than Ellie in age but growing up, they were good friends. Mostly through forced play dates and Lori taking care of Ellie when Shane was at work.
"Ellie?" The young boy piped up. His stick was running across the dirt, making little patterns and his legs were behind him in a crouched position.
"Yeah?" Ellie replied, looking at Carl with a small amount of wonderment in her eyes.
"Do you think everything will ever - go back - like how it was before?" He asked softly, letting his childlike vulnerability show through. Carl tried his very best to be a strong person throughout this tough time, but at the end of the day, he was a 12 year old boy.
"I don't - I don't kn-" Whilst the girl was trying to convey her messed up thoughts over to her friend, she was distracted by what was going on behind him.
Carl's mother, Lori, perched on a makeshift seat, a sturdy box, mere feet away from a crackling fire. Nearby, Amy's familiar face came into view, her blonde hair cascading just below her shoulders. There was a hint of aloofness etched onto her features, though it didn't necessarily mean she was in a bad mood-it was simply her natural demeanor.
Resting in Amy's hand, a vibrant red bucket held a collection of mushrooms, hidden from Ellie's sight. Yet, the curiosity within Ellie stirred. One defining aspect of her personality was her tendency to be easily captivated, easily drawn away from one subject to another by the slightest distraction, be it mundane or extraordinary.
