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[justaprankhan]

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Truth was, no part of Hannah wanted to die. If she had, if she had been tempted even just a little, she knew she would have been murdered about twelve near-death experiences ago, or maybe even at the very beginning. She was no martyr, no nothing, but when she saw Ellie get grabbed through the fence, she got up from where she had been thrown while fighting the clicker, and ran to slam her gloved hand into the Infected's face. She had no weapon, no time: it was all she could do, and Hannah felt the way she hit the Infected's teeth; but she couldn't stop, and she put her whole body into shoving him away with a cry of anger, cutting her arm against the broken wood as she came through and rammed his head against the rock wall. Once, twice, as many times as needed to kill it. Not the first time rage took over.

She dropped to sit on the ground, her leg as always hurting after too much exertion, and pulled the leather glove from her hand to see the damage: the indentation on her palm was obvious but, shockingly, no blood. "Not... not bitten," she tried to catch her breath, lifting her hand for Ellie to see. "Holy... Oh, that was close..."

[savingthrcw]

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Of all the places in the world, she had ended up in the same tone as Joel; but then, there weren't that many civilized places left. It had felt odd, in ways she didn't want to examine, to find out he was taking care of a girl. Ellie was only a few years older than Sarah would have been when the world had ended, who knew what was going on in his head. And now the girl was there, in what could be very kindly described as her office: "Just a second, honey, don't need to add mundane infection to your problems," she asked her while putting on gloves and giving herself a moment before she could face her. Be normal. Be kind. "Here we are. Heard you went a little Rambo on patrol, mh? Let me see your arm."

[savingthrcw]

"You should train." Joel was going to be pissed but she didn't give a s.hit: he had chosen to keep this girl in this world, he had chosen to keep the girl in his damn house, he owed Ellie all the chances he could give her to survive on her own. "At least some more shooting and self-defense, but not taught by men. They don't have the first idea of how a woman should use her body to inflict maximum pain. Is that something you'd be interesting in?"

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[orphanedshadow]

“Do you see it? The darkness in me?” Dhampir Ellie! Immunityfcrged

"NOT DARKNESS, SURVIVAL, LIKE ME." Kara certainly wouldn't call the other dark, not when she knew the depth of her own instincts. A little bit of hunger was nothing compared to the hellfire that Kara could feel running through her own veins. No, the other girl had a good heart, not like the twisted little thing that stood in place of her own soul. "BUT GOOD. BETTER."

[rubiesintherough]

“Did you really expect me to just give up without a fight?“ / ellie for muse of choice

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" Honestly? Yes. You'd be the first not to, little missy... by the time folks get out here, they're worn down, exhausted, so downtrodden I've seen a couple of 'em just let the walkers eat them. ---- Not you, though, huh? Still some spark left in those eyes. Don't worry, give it time. That spark'll die quick enough. "

[held-heart]

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.” Ellie for Dina - Immunityfcrged

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​The panic in Ellie's voice hit Dina like a physical blow, sharper and more immediate than the pain currently spiking through her own body. You can't die. Please don't die. The desperate plea was a raw summation of every fear they carried in this broken world, and it was almost enough to shatter Dina's composure entirely. She managed to keep her breathing steady, focusing on the rough wood grain of the floor rather than the tremor in Ellie's hand pressed against her injury. She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, forcing back the rising sickness and the terrifying image of what would happen if she couldn't pull through.

​She forced a breath out, trying to stabilize her voice before she spoke. "Hey," Dina murmured, the sound coming out a little hoarse, but firm. She shifted her focus back to Ellie's face, her own expression settling into a look of fierce, unwavering determination. "Look at me, Ellie." She reached up, ignoring the way her muscles protested, and gently gripped the back of Ellie's neck, pulling her close enough that their foreheads touched.

​"I'm not going anywhere," she swore, the words a low, absolute promise. "We've survived raiders, infected, and worse; a bit of a puncture wound isn't going to take me out. I need you to breathe, okay? You need to tell me what to do next. We do this together, like always." Dina gave her a shaky, defiant little smile, the kind that was meant to reassure both of them. She wouldn't allow herself to die; she simply couldn't, not when Ellie needed her.

[flxshy]

[ 05 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they got while doing something the receiver warned them not to attempt alone. For Joel from a very annoyed Immunityfcrged

I lost this meme || Always Accepting

He motions for her to come closer. Already he had bandages and a makeshift splint in hand. "Do you already know, or are you going to let me say it?" Joel asks, light amusement in his voice.

Climbing on top of things has always been something Ellie enjoyed. This time however she tested fate with rotting boards he had warned her about. A rotting roof was not something to play on. Not that she listened.

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[flxshy]

❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞ for Joel from Immunityfcrged

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There came a hum of almost recognition. Like he had the exact same thought at least once before and came to the same conclusion that rest was something that just wasn’t possible for him. In all fairness Joel hadn’t had a decent rest since before the outbreak. At least back then he had air conditioning, coffee, and something to look forward too.

“You may still kiddo, but that shouldn’t stop you from trying while you are out here. I know you have never really gone camping with s’mores, tents, and shit but maybe thinking of it like that would help.” It was a new thought for him too, trying to pretend that sleeping in the middle of the forest with nothing but a small fire and sleeping bags was camping wasn’t half bad.  The harder part would be convincing his mind to accept the little false world he offered.

Still he sat up, grunting with the effort that he had used to force himself upright. “What do you want to do when you have saved the world? Any big plans?”