Getting adjusted to Jackson took a while for Ellie. It was the most normal thing she’d ever experienced. She had her own space, her own things, friends and you.

Things weren’t completely sunny, however. She was still dealing with the thought that her immunity meant nothing. That it was just some weird predicament that allowed her to stay alive longer. Even worse that she couldn’t tell anyone or talk to anyone about it without causing problems.

But she wouldn’t ruin everything she’d built here so she’d wear the suffocating mask when she saw spores and cover her skin with an insanely painful (but badass) tattoo. And she’d lie to you, no matter how shitty it felt. Only she couldn’t right now.

Ellie watched as you sat on the couch, eyes darting around as if that would explain what you just saw. She heart was pumping faster than it should trying to interpret your reaction. Did you feel..betrayed? Were you disgusted? Did you hate her? “Are you okay?” She sat next to you, eyeing you taking heavy breaths.