gaze perplexed, her eyes set forth to the object the girl holds carelessly in her hands, the grip firm — holding on for dear fuckin' life. she knows how it feels. alone, scared — but by no means vulnerable. “c'mon, kid. just a question.” what seems like playing good cop while rick recuperates downstairs, ellie's chain to the radiator is what's keeping maggie with her. the scavenging beneath them ends with three gunshots, eyes shut close for a second, then flutter harshly open. “don't make this shit any harder than it needs t' be. where'd y' come from?” @endur3












