"Why are you wearing that?"
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Ellie had been lucky to find something remotely 'clean' -- even more so in her size. The jacket was definitely not in favor for her color choices, with a white section separating the pink hood and black bottom, but it worked. Walking back to their small camp where they'd settled for the night, she picked at the sleeves irritably, hating the events that had occurred.
Why are you wearing that?
Emerald hues looked up from the jacket to Joel, a frown creasing the corners of her mouth. What, she wasn't allowed to find herself a damn jacket? It's not like she was hoarding clothes. Taking a seat across from him, she sighed with a sullen look. "Didn't want to be covered in his blood." His. Sam's. Henry's shot through Sam's skull had spattered all down the front of her with the red, putrid substance, and she'd worn it like a scar ever since until now. How many days had it been?
"That, and it's getting colder." On to better times.
