That brought Joel up short. Back from the dead? No way. No fucking way. That was impossible.
He thought of Tess. He thought of Sarah. Of all the wasted lives over the years, uselessly fighting against the infection, fighting each other for whatever was left, and his gaze landed squarely on Ellie.
His first thought - is this some kinda sick joke? But Ellie would never, never make a joke like that. Not to anyone, and certainly not to him. They'd both lost far too much. He couldn't wrap his head around it, but somehow, it had to be true. He saw it in her face.
A kind of sick anger roiled low in his gut at the thought - killing people for fun, but not just that - having the ability to bring the dead back to life? And using it for their sick idea of entertainment?
"What kinda fucked up place is this?" he heard himself ask the room at large, his voice low with that anger. It wasn't really a question he expected an answer to, but he had to say something. Had to get it out there, somehow, or he might otherwise explode with it.
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He thought of Tess. He thought of Sarah. Of all the wasted lives over the years, uselessly fighting against the infection, fighting each other for whatever was left, and his gaze landed squarely on Ellie.
His first thought - is this some kinda sick joke? But Ellie would never, never make a joke like that. Not to anyone, and certainly not to him. They'd both lost far too much. He couldn't wrap his head around it, but somehow, it had to be true. He saw it in her face.
A kind of sick anger roiled low in his gut at the thought - killing people for fun, but not just that - having the ability to bring the dead back to life? And using it for their sick idea of entertainment?
"What kinda fucked up place is this?" he heard himself ask the room at large, his voice low with that anger. It wasn't really a question he expected an answer to, but he had to say something. Had to get it out there, somehow, or he might otherwise explode with it.