𝐀𝐁𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘☠︎︎𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧

⌞ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ ⚢ ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⌝

DEVON SAWYER'S mind often rewinds back to, "I'm a good person." Yes. Devon Sawyer is a good person. Everyone knew she was. The young woman who would assemble dresses for the children in the town, as well as create stuffed animals in all kinds of shapes. Helpful, as well as fearless.

A bright girl in a bleak environment.

Terrible world, ruined world. A world filled with evil, wicked, corrupted creatures of a spread of infection. A disease that takes over you forever. One wrong move—step—word—it's over. Years. Years of fungus stumble upon the grounds of what we used to call a home, a safe place. Devon wondered about what life before the virus was. Was it as great as every old folk in the town talked about? Life before this sounded eminently peaceful.

The eighteen-year-old dreamed of her own lifelong style without struggle or stress and with a place to call home. She was a dreamer, which is what she's done most. She will zone out but will always be on their feet, in action, for anything up ahead, and for the sake of humanity.

That is why Devon Sawyer stood in front of Ellie's home outside near the two story house that belonged to Joel Miller. She stood with black boots that were slightly out of her size but made sure to keep them strapped together tight. They were thinking about turning around to leave the angry woman alone, but she had already promised Jesse.

Devon never liked disappointing people. She was a people-pleaser, but never in an unfavorable way, of course. She's kind. Better than half—all people in Jackson. She was so full of herself. Knocks from the chocolate-brown-haired girl echoed Ellie's door. Not only did Devon's heart sink, but also Ellie's from behind the wooden door. The redhead hoped that she would not have any visitors for the rest of the night...year. Ellie thought.

This thought made the girl jump up from her desk chair, storming towards the entrance of her safe space.  Devon, hearing all the noise from the inside of the house, regretted her choice of wasting her time checking up on Ellie Williams while in a mood. "What the hell do you wan—" Devon immediately takes a step back when the girl stops yelling suddenly. Ellie's face twisted almost in disgust, and she jerked her head back.

Devon Sawyer, her neighbor from two houses down at her door, for what? Nothing was said to exist between these two women. Devon Sawyer seemed to get that she was not going to harm her in any way; she believed in helping everyone in need, even when asked.  "Jesse...uh, wanted me to ask—" Ellie could not hold her tongue, especially with Joel lying to her. The only person she cared for the most. The anger and betrayal just rose higher through the William's veins.

She noticed that Ellie remained quiet until the auburn headed girl chuckled to herself. Laughing... Devon wanted to just walk away like nothing even happened, because it was not a happy one. She obviously knew of this. It was the one that would make you prepare for a punch in the face, not that she couldn't take on Ellie. Devon, only two—nearly three inches over Ellie. In the world of creatures sired to a disease, the girl believed anyone and everyone is fightable. No matter shorter, taller, younger, and older. As long if respect was given, that's all she asked for.

"Seriously? Tell Jesse to mind his own business." Ellie spread her arms across her chest and reached out with one hand to itch the tip of her nose. Okay. Wow. Devon did not expect her to exaggerate this much. However, this is disrespectful. She should just turn around and leave this nonsense behind. "Will do then." The girl replied with a smile, turning a toe, and walking off Ellie's porch. She was trying to check up on Ellie, only for her to turn up like a loser. In other words, that's what Devon Sawyer named her. A loser. Ellie did not deserve Devon's respect, especially after how the redhead treated the teenager. 

Ellie, in the doorway, stood there, shocked by the girl's remark. She did not fight back or even try to continue their fight—checkup, whatever they called it.

Ellie didn't feel bad. She did not know Devon Sawyer personally. Only that she was a dead-lost person with crafting skills living in Jackson, like the rest of the folksy people.

Devon Sawyer just caught Ellie Williams on a bad day.

Her lengthily smokey blue dress carried the wind as she stormed back across the street to her own home. She would finish her pale-yellow dress rather than speak to an immature girl who decided to be rude to her. That was a great first impression, Devon thought. Yeah. An amazing first impression.

The brown-haired teenager decided to stay in her mini-mansion for the remainder of the afternoon. There was nothing else to do in town. It was one of those boring days when she would continue on with her dresses up until falling asleep in her rocking chair.

Devon has always been mousy of the town but yet so known—known as an orphan girl, no family, no hope, they shot Boyd right in front of his daughter's eyes. After some time living in Jackson, she was the town's new talk. This is not really known now. She became one of them. Not many people pass through the city, it was mostly infected trying to get through most of the time.

Staying in such a short space is always safer. Are you lonely? She would ask herself. It was a dumb question. Devon already knew the answer. These three words would rock themselves together in their minds through their beliefs. Mental pictures through her head built up desperation for anyone to knock on their door—to make a conversion.

She was not familiar with human contact, words of affection, or love. They will watch friends walk around the city from afar on her porch. Couples sneak glances at each other with their hands tied. Were they happy? Devon wished to know the answer, not for the answer, in support of her own beliefs. Beliefs of happiness. Happiness was written all around her journal, her aura, and her face but was she ever truly happy?

Devon Sawyer held a pain brick wall. Pain that they never asked for, and pain they desired to get rid of. It was all fake. The only real emotions Devon felt were guilt, sadness, and fear. She'll keep herself busy out of the thought of sinking herself deeper into the images of hopelessness. This is the reason why "happiness" shields her pain.

A/n: disrespect is NOT welcomed!! But uh someone buy me juice for my pod fr