*currently re writing*
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❝ Endure and survive, right? ❞
ellie's pov;
tlou x twd
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*WARNING!! I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 14, IT HAS SPELLING ERRORS AND MISTAKES THROUGH OUT THE WHOLE THING, IM CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF FIXING IT*
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「 chapter 10 」 _______________
Days had passed since the sickness had arrived. More people have died, gotten sick and turned. We're losing the battle slowly, we don't know what else we could do.
I've ran into Beth a few times in the middle of the chaos, neither of us have got sick yet, same with Judith, but Rick still doesn't like us hanging out while the sickness is in the prison because it's too much of a risk.
Rick also won't let me anywhere near the infected cell block. Anyone who goes over there has to wear a mask, and he refuses to give me one because he doesn't want me over there at all.
I have been on a small food run with Sasha and Tyrese. Glenn was supposed to come as well but he got the sick and literally nearly died. It was awful.
Then, a lot of people were talking about leaving because of so many sick people. They don't want to get it and we can't help everyone. It was dangerous staying here because the high risk of getting the infection. Most of us voted to find a new place and start again there, everything here had been touched by sick people so it was better off leaving. Even I thought it was smart, but Rick didn't agree, of course.
It had been nearly a week without my gun, I was getting tired of not letting my guard down, ever. I'm barely able to defend myself without it. It was a dangerous move when I went on a run without it.
Now, I was leaning on the fence along the pig pen. Violet died a few days ago, she probably got the flu as well, I really miss her, we just found her dead one morning and Hershel assumed it was the sickness.
I sigh, the infected roaming the world was hard enough to deal with and now we had the flu to get under control too. How were we going to do it? There were too many sick people, we didn't have the medicine or the people to help and we had ran out of other options.
"What's on your mind?" I hear a voice behind me, I flinch and snap my head around immediately, it was just Rick.
"What?" I ask, startled.
"You're a little jumper than usual, what are you thinking about?" He raises an eyebrow, coming over and standing next to me.
"Oh, nothing really." I shrug, leaning back on the post and staring at the empty pen.
There's a pause of silence as I feel Rick's eyes on me. I look at him and see concern plastered over his face.
"You seem a little weird lately, is there something you wanna tell me?" He asks calmly.
