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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐓. You can run, it will follow, it's like your own shadow. It won't leave you. Stella never really feared her own death. It had to happen sometime. What frightened her was the death of the ones around her. She couldn't picture living without them. Her worst fear became real when she lost her best friend, Lilly Smith.
Now, after finding shelter, a home, Stella finally found a sense of peace. They were safe. The safest they had been in months. This place had a future. They had food, water, hope.
It had been a week since Herhsel lost his leg. Ellie had managed to heal the wound without an infection and the old man was now awake. For the past week, Stella had spent helping Ellie to patch the man up as they listened to all sorts of stories that Hershel told them. Stories about him as a child, about the farm, and about the Greene siblings. Stella really enjoyed listening to him. She imagined the farm before the outbreak. Living without the constant fears. It felt like the stories brought Stella back to before the apocalypse.
Entering the cellblock, Stella saw Levi and Carl sitting on the stairs fumbling with something in their hands. The girl smiled as she approached the two.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" She asked, leaning on the railing.
"We're making crutches for Hershel to help him walk again. He seems pretty ready now." Carl's gaze remained on the project in his hands as he spoke.
"He's been in there all morning, whining like a child about wanting to leave the cell." Levi smiled.
"Hey! Don't make me hit you with my crutches," Hershel shouted from his cell causing Stella to laugh. She peeked into his cell and the two exchanged a grin.
"You need any help with that?" Stella asked as she returned her attention to Carl and Levi.
"Nope, almost done," Carl said. "There!" The boy shot up and handed the crutch to Lori. Levi finished his soon after and they headed into Herhsels cell. Ellie and Beth were sitting on two stools by his bed, giggling about something. Stella leaned against the door frame and she watched as Lori and Levi helped the old man out of bed.
He groaned quietly as he forced himself into a sitting position. "Daddy, don't push yourself. That would've been a waste of medical supplies, if you'd die now." Ellie joked.
Hershel chuckled as he grabbed the top bunk to pull himself up. He attempted to grab the crutches but showing his loss of balance prompted Lori and Levi to help him. At first, the man swayed unsteadily before catching his balance. He began to walk out of the cell, surprisingly stable and almost all by himself.
