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Where the hell is Joel? Where’s Dina? Ellie continued to scavenge through the building of the Ski Lodge Mansion. A scream. And a yell. One sounded like a woman she had no clue who, and the other…Sounded like a wounded scream. Torturing to the air around herself. “Joel..?” She whispered. There was heavy breathing to the door next to her. She opened it slowly, unsure what she’d find, grabbing a weapon if it was one of those fucking Clickers–
Joel.
On the ground.
Barely alive.
She looked around. No Clickers, no Runners, no Crawlers, none of those. “Joel?” She whispered slightly louder.
She stepped in. That was her first mistake. Two men quickly dragged her in “HEY, WHAT THE FUCK–”
“HOLD HER DOWN!” the women screamed at them. A different woman closed the door shut.
“Shit…how’d she get in here?!” Abby yelled. “She just snuck in!” Manny shouted. What the hell was happening? Who the fuck were these people? Why was Joel getting beaten with a fucking golf club? Where the fuck was Dina? Ellie thinks she saw her in the back before she was thrown to the ground. Owen had pressed his boot in her back, making her cry out in pain. “Shut up, you shit.” He snarled. Ellie turned her head to Joel, panting. “Joel….fucking get up..” She muttered. “JOEL, GET UP!”
“What do you wanna do about the kid?” Manny asked Abby.
Abby looked at the gold club in her hand, then at Joel. She remembered her dad was killed in front of her by this motherfucker. She wasn’t given mercy. She still has the memory. Still remembers what happened. So clearly it felt like yesterday. She wasn’t going to show mercy for this man’s kid.
“Hold her. She’ll learn a thing or two.” Abby muttered. Then she slammed the golf club into Joel’s head again, breaking that shaft off of it. He let out a pained breath, more blood coming from his mouth, staining his lips.”NO!” Ellie cried out. “JOEL, GET UP! FUCKING GET UP!”
Abby grunted in annoyance and despair. How the fuck was the guy still fucking alive? She smacked him about five time already with the metal object. “Finish it.” Owen demanded her. “NO!–” Ellie screamed before Manny had pushed her further into the ground. “Joel…get up…” She said softly, as she watched Abby grab the broken shaft of the golf club, walking back over to Joel, bending on one knee. “Please don’t do it…PLEASE..PLEASE DON’T…DON’T!” Ellie sobbed. Abby was just about to end his misery, until–
“WAIT! PLEASE WAIT, I–I’M THE GIRL. I’M THE ONE WHO IS IMMUNE!”
Abby stopped just inches from Joel’s neck. She looked behind her. At Ellie. “I…I’m the one you want, I started this, I’m the reason you want Joel…dead…” Her ribs hurt like hell, but she fought hard as fuck to stay concious. Abby hadn’t put the shaft down.
“I…I’ll make you a deal…if…if I come with you…You let him go…You let him go, and you…you don’t kill him…” She said through clenched teeth.
Joel, somehow, somehow was able to make out what she was saying. “Ell…ie…don’t…yo….fu…cking dare….” He whispered. “Zip it, old man.” Abby spat, kicking his ribcage after she stood up.
"I know why...I know why you want him dead...Joel..he...he killed your dad....right...? Well, how about...i..I allow you to make the vaccine...using me..."
Joel's heart dropped.
“Please…it…it would…his death would mean something…he would be a martyr…Don’t you want his death to matter..?” Ellie rasped.
“You expect me to believe you?” Abby asked her.
“Why the fuck do you think i’d come running in here? For no reason? No. I’m the reason you want him…” She looked at Joel. “dead..”
“Ellie..” He whispered. Her eyes flickered to Joel for a minute, then back to Abby from her position on the floor, not moving her gaze from the woman’s eyes.
“So?” Ellie asked. “Deal?”