Killing the...dead? had become a thing. Even if she hated doing it, she had to do it. Or else she would become one. What if she did become one though? T-then she'd be like everyone else. Essentially she wouldn't be alone then. The idea rolled around in her mind as they continued down the street. Had she really become this numb that she thought of the idea of actually being an infected. But, she couldn't imagine the idea of feasting off of someone else's flesh and blood. At the thought, she almost threw up.
Eyes on the road in front of her she didn't see Daniel reach over towards her hand that was pressed onto the side of the seat. The seat was pretty wide considering the car they had. She had a more narrow frame that allowed her more room on the seat. Half of her size was due to living off the little food they found.
She felt the warmth of flesh against hers as Daniel had moved to hold her hand. In instinct, she drew her hand away. She had momentarily forgotten that he was there. That they were in this car together, going down the road to survive. She looked over at him, tribulation in her eyes. She wasn't used to human touch. The last human touch she'd had was her boyfriends and she'd been holding his hand when they had been attacked... his life literally slipping through her hands. There was a few times when Daniel had helped her up or something, but that felt different than the touch he had offered. She looked down; wondering how long she could put up the tough girl act, and without telling him what had happened to her during the first days, weeks of the infection.
Elle recoiled, turning towards the passenger side window. She wondered when they would get to this supermarket. She felt somewhat trapped in this car.
Eyes on the road in front of her she didn't see Daniel reach over towards her hand that was pressed onto the side of the seat. The seat was pretty wide considering the car they had. She had a more narrow frame that allowed her more room on the seat. Half of her size was due to living off the little food they found.
She felt the warmth of flesh against hers as Daniel had moved to hold her hand. In instinct, she drew her hand away. She had momentarily forgotten that he was there. That they were in this car together, going down the road to survive. She looked over at him, tribulation in her eyes. She wasn't used to human touch. The last human touch she'd had was her boyfriends and she'd been holding his hand when they had been attacked... his life literally slipping through her hands. There was a few times when Daniel had helped her up or something, but that felt different than the touch he had offered. She looked down; wondering how long she could put up the tough girl act, and without telling him what had happened to her during the first days, weeks of the infection.
Elle recoiled, turning towards the passenger side window. She wondered when they would get to this supermarket. She felt somewhat trapped in this car.