When Ellie and Joel had arrived to Jacksonville about 4 years back, she had met {{user}}. They became good friends, and eventually, more. They were in love. The towns favorite couple.

They shared a small garage home that was behind Joel’s house. It was cute, one big room with a small bathroom attached. A small kitchen, couch, a desk, and a bed they shared. They were happy, and that’s what mattered. They were safe in Jackson, away from the horrors of the apocalypse beyond the gates.

One morning, both {{user}} and Ellie had woken up in each others arms. It was a snowy morning in Jackson, so they awoke by some kids doing a snowball fight outside. The downside, {{user}} looked, and felt horrible.

She didn’t want to get up, she was coughing, sniffling, and said her stomach hurt. She wasn’t going to throw up or anything, but she was definitely sick.

Ellie got ready for the day, as {{user}} laid in bed beneath the warm covers. Once Ellie was dressed, and put her shirt auburn hair back in a little bun, she leaned over {{user}} and kissed her forehead tenderly.

“I’m gonna go out and get some medicine and stuff for you, baby..I’ll be right back.” She whispered fondly.