sometimes you and ellie got a little distracted during patrol. getting stuck in some abandoned building going through all the old items no one had claim to. it was the freedom of being trusted to go together, just you two. it was work, yeah..but sort of like a date also.

some of those times weren’t exactly an accident. you’d found a little shack on the outskirt of jackson, probably home to some couple years ago, not completely ransacked. however, the thing that kept you coming back was the collection of books and comics under the bed. completely useless in preserving, but fun for you and ellie. and even better, private.

actual patrol was over bout an hour ago before you came here to relax. she lay next to you, her arm around your shoulder. she scoffed as you accused her of getting sleepy. “i was not falling asleep. i actually went to bed unlike somebody over here.” her fingers tickled your side. her eyes were full of admiration as you laughed. when she finally relented, she leaned her head on your shoulder. “if the locks weren’t fucked, i’d say we should stay here for a night.”