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

➳ Chapter 37

「 chapter 37 」
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Two days have passed since the night we walked through the horde, since I was shot.

Shot.

A big clean up began, all the bodies of the infected had to be dragged outside the gates and burned.

Turns out everyone I knew survived that night except for Jessie, Sam and Ron. Glenn has returned without Nicholas, but instead with Enid. Daryl and the others also came back just in time. Together, everyone had taken out the entire horde inside the grounds. It took them all night, but they did it.

There was a lot of blood and a lot of bodies. My wound is slowly healing, I can finally walk around now, but it's driving me insane not being able to do what I used to every day. Time will heal it though, I guess. I've been told to keep it dry and clean.

I'm just glad everything is okay again.

I'm sitting out the front of the house with Judith, eating our breakfast together while Rick is getting ready to go on a supply run with Daryl. Judith munches on some strawberries whilst she sits on my lap. I smile at her as I drink my orange juice, taking in the morning sun, listening to the music playing from the living room. It seems pretty old, like really old. How ever, choices are slim these days and I'm happy to listen to it instead of sitting in silence.

"Ellie?" I hear Rick's voice from inside.

"What?" I call back, turning my head towards the door, he was heading down the stair case.

"Do you have Judith?" He asks, making his way outside towards me.

"Yeah, she's eating breakfast." I glance down at her, Rick sees.

He smiles, stopping next to me and gently stroking Judith's hair. "How are you feeling today?" He asks me.

I look up at Rick. He looks clean. his hair is damp and brushed back, his clothes seem fresh.

I nod, turning my head back to the front porch. "Better, I just want to do more, that's all."

"You'll get there." He nods at me, adjusting the things attached to his belt.

I watch the events from the night unfold in my head, again. Every time it's brought up this happens. It sends a wave of emotions through my body. I don't even know what it is. Maybe a mix of guilt, fear and something else.

I sigh, looking back at him. "I keep seeing it replaying in my head, you know."

I haven't told him about it yet, hoping it would just go away on it's own. Truth is, I can barely sleep at night, I'm distracted by it all the time. More than I'd like to admit.

I can feel Ricks eyes plastered onto me with concern. "It was traumatic for you, that's normal. But it will go away. Well, maybe not go away completely but it gets easier. If you'd ever like to talk about it, you know I'm here."