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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"Come on! That's so not fair!" Carl tumbled to the floor, boots kicking up dust as he landed flat on his back, crooked smile on his lips. "Ellie! Tell him he's cheating!"
"Cheating?!" Merle gasped, clutching his hand to his heart "how dare ya question my integrity." He faux sniffled and wiped a non existent tear from his cheek.
Ellie snorted and shoved Merle's stub off of Carl's chest "You're such an ass Dixon." She reached a hand out for Carl and pulled him to his feet, before quickly flipping him around and wrapping her arm around the little boys throat, grinning when his gasps turned into uncontrollable giggles.
"Ellie!"
"Ya can't trust anyone bud. Always gotta keep your guard up." She nudged him gently and ruffled his far too long, chestnut locks.
"I'm gonna take you both down one day! You just wait!" Carl wiped the dirt off of his jeans and grabbed his fallen hat from the floor.
"Not a doubt in my mind, Merle's old as dust I give it a week before he has to catch his breath just walkin' up the stairs." Ellie stopped under the shade of an overgrown oak tree and slid down onto her butt.
" yer real funny ya know that? Hilarious." Merle tugged on her ponytail and dropped down beside her with a grunt. Carl was quick to follow suit, pressing against Ellie's side.
