She's a fighter.
A warrior.
A survivor.
She's also alone.
When the world stopped turning and the dead started living 24 year old Ellie Mitchell was left to make it through the carnage and destruction entirely on her own. It's been 2 years and Elli...
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"We can't go in there." Merle tugged on the sleeve of Ellie's white T shirt, pulling her backwards as she attempted to get a look over the cliff at the incredibly large building surrounded by barbed wire and chain link.
"Merle! Come on, look at the way it's covered, walkers can't get in or out. They might have a mess hall in there that we could raid, and I'm certain they've got some kind of medication in the infirmary. Sophia's been to hot too get rest at night and I've been fixin' to find her something to help her sleep. We're runnin' on empty." Ellie looked down at the tired little girl currently curled up against her side pointedly.
"Its a jail Ellie, promised myself I ain't never goin back." Merle grumbled, eyes cast towards the gated fence. "Besides, place like that probably already got people livin' in it. We've been tracking this trail for weeks, we oughta keep going." He sighed.
As per usual warmth and understanding flooded the tiny woman's eyes and she nodded "Okay. I get it. We'll keep movin." She'd made her own promises a long time ago so she understood what it meant to Merle to stay as far away from the last as possible.
Sophia however did not.
"Please Merle, can't we just go look! If someone's living there we'll turn right back around I promise! But maybe they have something to eat other than canned peaches and squirrel!" She pleaded, her eyes sparkling with hope and excitement.
