Ellen's been reliving Hell for the last four days. Between trying to outrun and out smart the hellhounds she's lost Jo to them again along the way. This time she wasn't even there to hold her. Or tell her she loved her.
It's an open, gaping wound inside of her. A raw pain that resonates in everything she does but she's still fighting to survive. Still struggling because if she did just give in to the despair and grief, she knows Jo would never forgive her.
She's got salt stashed in her room, but her supplies haven't lasted her as long as they should've. She was forced to go to the kitchen, which was a bad idea on her own. Which is why she's holding her bleeding right arm as she runs down the corridor looking for somewhere safe to wait temporarily until she can return to her room. If she can find a tight enough space, she's got enough salt to cover her ass.
Day 158. So late.
It's an open, gaping wound inside of her. A raw pain that resonates in everything she does but she's still fighting to survive. Still struggling because if she did just give in to the despair and grief, she knows Jo would never forgive her.
She's got salt stashed in her room, but her supplies haven't lasted her as long as they should've. She was forced to go to the kitchen, which was a bad idea on her own. Which is why she's holding her bleeding right arm as she runs down the corridor looking for somewhere safe to wait temporarily until she can return to her room. If she can find a tight enough space, she's got enough salt to cover her ass.