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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The view from the watch tower was actually kind of beautiful, it was incredibly high up and just beyond the fence was the open expanse of the forest, even in the dark she could make out the lush green oak trees and winding weeping willows. The world had gone to shit and the dead were walking amongst the living, rotting corpses littering the world, but still.. there was life everywhere whether it be the trees or that beautiful baby girl sleeping just a doorway away.
"Ain't never gonna change ya know." Daryl was leaning beside her against the railing of the tower, his eyes cast on the woods as well.
"Hmm?" Ellie questioned, turning to him.
"The woods, we could all die right here, right now and that forest won't ever change. Maybe someone'll burn it down or cut down all the trees but they'll keep growin' it'll always be here long after we're gone."
Ellie closed her eyes and let the cool night air wash over her "That's kind of nice. A nice thought I mean."
Daryl just nodded, resting his chin on his folded arms, when Ellie looked to him again his face scrunched up in deep thought. "You got a war goin' on inside there or somethin'." She tapped his temple gently and he turned to her with a tired smile.
"Nah, just thinkin."
Ellie grinned and nudged his shoulder with hers "Well ya can't just say that and not tell me what you're thinkin' about! That's not very fair Mr. Dixon."
The shaggy haired Hunter snorted and motioned to the two sleeping bags laid out on the floor of the tower, Ellie took a seat and Daryl followed.
"I was thinkin' about what would happen if it all got better. Who you'd be if they found a cure tomorrow" Daryl shrugged, picking at his fingernails.
Ellie wrapped her arms around her chest to keep out the chill of the night wind "Figure I'd be the same as I am now. Runnin' around with nowhere to go." She chuckled.
"Nah." Daryl shook his head "you'd be a mama, kids a yer own and working some kind of teachin' job."
Ellie's head whipped up and her eyes crinkled at the corners "Merle asked me if I was a teacher before all this. Definitely wasn't and I could never be a mama, don't know the first thing about havin' one can't imagine bein' one."
