{i've been moving in
backward directions.}
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Quinn.
Ellie puts me down so I can hold onto a beam for support as she bust the doors in of an old theater,
coming back and grabbing me once more to lead me inside and sit me down on a couch not far away from the doors.
She goes back to the doors and puts chairs through the handles, making sure nobody has a chance of getting in.
She walks back over to me, and begins playing with her hands, i've noticed it's something she does a lot when she's nervous.
"You wanna tell me what's going on with you?"
She asks me, making eye contact with me before I looked away.
"What's going on with me?" I scruff,
"Ellie, I just saw you breathe spores." I say once again, concern overtaking my body as I remember the brief moments before hand.
"Quinn." She sighs, coming to sit down beside me.
"I told you I'm immune." She begins, putting her hands together and looking down at her feet.
"Really Ellie? Be serious for 5 seconds please." I sigh, not believing the story one bit.
She rolls her sleeve up, revealing a scar that sits on her forearm under her tattoo, she doesn't say anything but instead points to a scar.
"I was jumped by an infected when I was fourteen, and nothing happened." She begins, sighing before she points to the scar once more.
"It healed with a bunch of fucked up teeth marks and cyst, so I gave myself a chemical burn and got this tattoo to cover it up." she says, pulling her sleeve back down.
"I can't get you infected if that's what your worried about."
"Ellie." I sigh, resting my head on her shoulder,
"I believe you." I say once more, still hesitate about the entire situation.
"So what's up with you?" She asks me, placing her hand on top of mine, "Everything's just been getting to me lately." I rant, knowing depression is creeping out of every corner of my body.
"Get some rest okay? i'm gonna go make sure this place is secure." She says, standing up and giving me a small smile before walking out of the room.
I'm not really sure why i've been so upset lately, I think being in the city that caused me to lose my sister and my dad at the same time fucks me up.
Ellie keeps asking me to talk to her, but how can I?
She's going through something horrible right now,
Revenge is eating her alive.
She wouldn't understand.
Lately i've been walking on eggshells around her, being scared that one little step could set her off, she's like a ticking time bomb.
But somehow, through everything, something has made me want her even more.
I want her in the innocent ways and in the not so innocent ways, but the thing is I want her.
I need her.
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Ellie.
My mind is constantly spinning with thoughts about Quinn, everything I do I constantly hope she's impressed by.
Honestly i'm scared she's going to get scared away, I didn't even know I was capable of doing the shit i've been doing, so it has to scare her in some way.
Hell I held a knife to her throat the first night I talked to her, not that I was going to cut her throat because I wasn't, but still.
My thoughts calm down once I come across a large window on the 3rd floor, leading up to a ladder for roof access.
Bingo.
I make sure the leaders secure and make my way back down to Quinn, watching closely as she begins to roll a joint.
"hey," I say walking over to her, taking the paper and the weed out of her hands.
