We Are Survivors - The Last of Us & The Walking Dead

➳ chapter 31

「 chapter 31 」
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I put my dish in the sink, rinsing it with water and wiping my hands off on my clothes, when I'm turn around I stop immediately, meeting Rick directly in front of me, a small gasp escapes my mouth.

"Fucking hell, Rick." I blink, about to walk past him, he stops me with his arm held out in front of me.
Confused, I look back at him, "Did you know Pete beats up his family?" He asks out of the blue, his voice low.
I stand there baffled, staring directly into his blue eyes. "Pete? Jesse's husband right..?" I ask slowly. He nods at me. I shake my head at him.

He sighs, lowering his arm and taking a small step back from me. "Why does he do that?" I shake my head again. I briefly met Pete at the party held at Dianna's when we first got here, he was a fairly big man and seemed nice, I would have never guessed he was doing these things to his family.
A feeling of disgust began to swirl in my stomach.

"Because he's a piece of shit." Rick replies, heading to the refrigerator, opening it and starts drinking a large jug of water.
"How do you even know? Did you see it happen?" I pace towards him, questions flooding my head all at once.
He puts the water back and looks at me, "Carol told me."
"And how does she know?" "Sam told her, Jesse's son. He's the youngest."
I trace my memory.. Sam? That little boy that hangs around his mother 24/7.

This man is beating up a small child? What the fuck.
"Does Dianna know? Is she doing anything about it?" I question. "She's aware, but she doesn't know what to do–"

"Let's go after him." I cut him off, grabbing my switchblade from the bench and proceeding towards the front door, anger flooding through my body. I'm stopped when a strong hand wraps around my right arm, yanking me back, "Ellie, no." Rick warns. I snap my eyes up at him, "We have to do something about this! I'm not going to sit back and let it happen, and you shouldn't either!" I try to shake his grip off of me, he drags me towards the other end of the room, "I'm not. You're going to stay out of trouble for once and wait here. Do not get involved, I'll handle this." He let's go of me, pointing his finger at me with his stern words before walking away from me and heading out the front door before I can argue.

I huff, feeling the anger rise to my face as I watch the door shut behind him. I can't just stay here and wait, he should know I'm not like that by now. I turn around and run upstairs, heading into my room, swooping uo my backpack from the floor by one of the straps and throwing it on the bed. Emptying the contents, I pick my gun up off the blanket and check how much ammo I've got.

7 bullets, good.

I put it back in my bag, along with everything else I'd spilt all over my bed, except my empty water bottle. I zip it up and throw it over my shoulders, grabbing the bottle and heading back downstairs to fill it up.

Startled by the front door bursting open, I freeze and my eyes look in that direction, a girl stands in the doorway, "Enid?"

What the hell is she doing here?