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A fifty-six year old man, his twenty three year old son, fifteen year old daughter and fourteen year old Cargo named Ellie go from Boston to Wyoming.
☆ Fem! Oc x Ellie Williams (sid...
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𝚇i. 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 (𝚁𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗) ☆༄ ⊰ 🪓🥾———
Losing people you care about is never easy. After you lose so many people it should start to hurt less. Less pain and more numbness to it but it never does. Alaska has lost more people than he could name since he was just a boy. It hurt like a son of a bitch when he was 5 and it hurts like a son of a bitch now. But he has learned how to deal with the pain in a way, and how to move on and keep pushing forward through it.
Helena on the other hand, she seemed tough but she didn't handle things, like losing people well. Their mother walked out and disappeared, and Tess, the woman who raised her was dead, and she could only blame herself. Tess was protecting her, keeping her safe when she got bit. For years her brother tried to protect her from these kinds of things, but there is only so much he could shield her from.
They had hiked out to about 10 miles from Boston.
Ellie sat with her back against a tree, her knees pulled up, Joel's jacket draped over her legs. Lena sat on the other side of the tree, her knees tucked against her chest, Alaska's Jacket over her, her head resting on her crossed arms that rested on her knees. Her face was blank and emotionless.
Joel had made it back from the mainstream that was just a few minutes walk away. Alaska was down by the sliver of water that broke off the stream that ran next to them. Using his rag and some water to clean up the blood and wounds on his head and arm.
"You want your jacket back?"Ellie asked the older man who walked over to his bag.
Alaska tied the red stained rag around his bullet graze wound on his arm, walking back over to the other two, his old, worn out, gray t-shirt stained with water droplets. He looked over at his sister, who only started out in the forest around them, away from all of them. Joel slightly shook his head, crouched down, going through his bag. The fourteen year old girl, looked up at Alaska, her hands folded in her lap, with a small smile, that he returned, quickly. Alaska sat against the tree across from Ellie and Lena, pulling out whatever kind of food he had out of his bag. Joel tossed some over to Ellie and Lena.
Ellie quickly picked hers up, Lena's sitting on the dirt next to her, the girl not even reacting to it, not looking away from the trees.
Ellie, on the other hand, looked up and around the woods. "I've never been in the woods." She said, mouth half full "More bugs than I thought."
"Yeah," Alaska started "Some bugs are cool. But then there are bugs like mosquitoes. Those fuckers suck." Ellie laughed. The man smiled and took another bite of his -just edible- food.
Ellie looked over at Joel "Look, I've been thinking about-"
"I don't want your sorrys," Joel said, pulling his bag over his shoulder, while standing up.
