Chapter Nine

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A Week Later.

11th May 2020.


Oliver and Ella are in a kitchen talking about Dover. 


Ella: When do you think we'll be moving?

Oliver: When we're all ready. 

Oliver: We really took a hit, Alex died and Kara was shot. 

Ella: How has she been?

Oliver: She's recovering. Thanks to Carly.

Ella: It's going to be hard, for our groups to go our separate ways.

Oliver: It will, It's been nice being back here in England.

Ella: It will be nice to be elsewhere, too long here. 

Oliver: I bet, just look after yourself and your group. You're a pretty great leader. 

Ella: You aren't so bad either. 

Oliver: It's crazy how you just happened to be here, to be honest. 

Oliver: Why did you come here?

Ella: I don't know, I just had a gut instinct. 

Oliver: Oh, okay. 

Ella: I guess it all ended up for the best.

Oliver: Yes, absolutely.

Ella: How's Mitchell been?

Oliver: Ever since he went down to the garden,  he won't talk to me. 

Ella: Who will he talk too?

Oliver: Nobody. Even Hugo tried. 

Ella: Will he ever be the same? 

Oliver: He just needs time. 

Oliver: When I lost my friend, I needed time but I got through it.

Ella: I know that feeling.


Mitchell walks into the kitchen.


Mitchell: Are we ready?

Oliver: For what?

Mitchell: To leave.

Ella: What? Now?

Mitchell: Yeah, sitting around is killing me.

Oliver: Kara, she needs to rest.


Kara walks in behind Mitchell.


Kara: Mitchell's right. All we will be doing is traveling and if we get there, I'm more likely to survive. 

Ella: I mean, I'm ready.

Oliver: Kara, are you sure? I don't want you to be rushing around.

Kara: I won't be. 

Kara: I hate sitting down without doing anything. It's dull.

Oliver: You need to rest.

Kara: I can rest on the plane. 

Mitchell: She has a point.


Oliver: Fine, grab your stuff. 

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