The apocalypse had only gotten worse, and so did the patrolling. Ellie had just come back to her cabin trailer, you helping her inside. You two were just friends, but everyone swore you two weren't. You shut the door and helped her on the couch. She took off her shirt, and you saw all the cuts and bruises on her. You already had the supplies, and carefully sat down on her lap. She had her hands on your hips as you worked on her wounds. Most of the time, she had her eyes on your lips.