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Truth was, no part of Hannah wanted to die. If she had, if she had been tempted even just a little, she knew she would have been murdered about twelve near-death experiences ago, or maybe even at the very beginning. She was no martyr, no nothing, but when she saw Ellie get grabbed through the fence, she got up from where she had been thrown while fighting the clicker, and ran to slam her gloved hand into the Infected's face. She had no weapon, no time: it was all she could do, and Hannah felt the way she hit the Infected's teeth; but she couldn't stop, and she put her whole body into shoving him away with a cry of anger, cutting her arm against the broken wood as she came through and rammed his head against the rock wall. Once, twice, as many times as needed to kill it. Not the first time rage took over.

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"You should train." Joel was going to be pissed but she didn't give a s.hit: he had chosen to keep this girl in this world, he had chosen to keep the girl in his damn house, he owed Ellie all the chances he could give her to survive on her own. "At least some more shooting and self-defense, but not taught by men. They don't have the first idea of how a woman should use her body to inflict maximum pain. Is that something you'd be interesting in?"

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​The panic in Ellie's voice hit Dina like a physical blow, sharper and more immediate than the pain currently spiking through her own body. You can't die. Please don't die. The desperate plea was a raw summation of every fear they carried in this broken world, and it was almost enough to shatter Dina's composure entirely. She managed to keep her breathing steady, focusing on the rough wood grain of the floor rather than the tremor in Ellie's hand pressed against her injury. She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, forcing back the rising sickness and the terrifying image of what would happen if she couldn't pull through.

​She forced a breath out, trying to stabilize her voice before she spoke. "Hey," Dina murmured, the sound coming out a little hoarse, but firm. She shifted her focus back to Ellie's face, her own expression settling into a look of fierce, unwavering determination. "Look at me, Ellie." She reached up, ignoring the way her muscles protested, and gently gripped the back of Ellie's neck, pulling her close enough that their foreheads touched.

​"I'm not going anywhere," she swore, the words a low, absolute promise. "We've survived raiders, infected, and worse; a bit of a puncture wound isn't going to take me out. I need you to breathe, okay? You need to tell me what to do next. We do this together, like always." Dina gave her a shaky, defiant little smile, the kind that was meant to reassure both of them. She wouldn't allow herself to die; she simply couldn't, not when Ellie needed her.

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He motions for her to come closer. Already he had bandages and a makeshift splint in hand. "Do you already know, or are you going to let me say it?" Joel asks, light amusement in his voice.

Climbing on top of things has always been something Ellie enjoyed. This time however she tested fate with rotting boards he had warned her about. A rotting roof was not something to play on. Not that she listened.

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There came a hum of almost recognition. Like he had the exact same thought at least once before and came to the same conclusion that rest was something that just wasn’t possible for him. In all fairness Joel hadn’t had a decent rest since before the outbreak. At least back then he had air conditioning, coffee, and something to look forward too.

“You may still kiddo, but that shouldn’t stop you from trying while you are out here. I know you have never really gone camping with s’mores, tents, and shit but maybe thinking of it like that would help.” It was a new thought for him too, trying to pretend that sleeping in the middle of the forest with nothing but a small fire and sleeping bags was camping wasn’t half bad.  The harder part would be convincing his mind to accept the little false world he offered.