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「 sixteen. the boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
she gives them butterflies
bats her cartoon eyes . 」

AN INDESCRIBABLE BLISS OCCURRED AS THE CHOCOLATE-COLOURED HORSE RODE AGAINST THE WIND. It harboured an undeniable sense of freedom that blossomed inside the mind of Elizabeth Dean.

The horse she and Ellie rested on top of was beautiful, with a chestnut mane to match it's chocolate-coloured body. It was tall and graceful, it's long legs appearing both towering and powerful.

Lizzie had learned it's name to be Vixen—named after the famous reindeer belonging to Santa Claus. She was female, too, and she'd recently surpassed her eighth birthday, making her the youngest of all the horses that had been brought.

The unknown group had allowed Ellie and Lizzie to ride Vixen, seeing as Ellie had managed to convince them Lizzie would stop glaring at the man on the horse.

Vixen seemed to like them, too. She was a sweet horse, emitting confidence and glory as she traveled against the bitter wintertime air.

Lizzie sat behind Ellie as they sat atop of Vixen. Her slender arms remained tight around Ellie as she leaned into the girl, unaware of the rosy blush on Ellie's face as the brunette pushed back a grin.

Joel rode on the horse next to them, taking cautious glances at them every couple of moments to make sure they were alright.

Bellamy had also been taken off their hands temporarily. The owner of the dog, who was tasked to find out if they were infected, had taken him off their hands, telling them he would transport Bellamy alongside the other dog, and they'd be able to reunite at Jackson.

The journey to Jackson would've, like most things, been incredible, seeing that Lizzie had never rode a horse before, but, as per usual the atmosphere was built on apprehension.

It hadn't taken long to arrive at Jackson, however. Protecting the town sat a large, wooden exterior of tall walls that blocked anything and everything from passing through.

One of the men that traveled with them pulled a red cloth from his pocket, holding up high in the air as the distance between them and the town lessened every passing minute.

Finally, the large gates began to open, allowing them into the town.

To Lizzie's surprise, the married couple had been wrong. No sign of cruelty or aggression unfolded through the town, instead the children danced with smiles on their faces, beside their parents who threw their heads back in laughter at something their colleague had said.

The town was connected through humanity and unity, everybody helping everybody.

Dozens of citizens littered the streets, looking at the newcomers in curiosity as they watched the horses approach.

Lizzie smiled as she watched three snowman sit across the snowy floor, obviously built by excited children. She watched as the owners of small stalls came out of their shops, offering warm food and drinks to those who lingered outside. She watched as mothers and their children walked arm-in-arm, smiling at the Christmas festivities.

Suddenly, Joel's horse slowed down noticeably, the man raising his arm up as he let out a relieved rejoice. "Tommy!"

A man stood on top of a building sight, supplying wood to the man next to him. At the sound of the yell, the man turned to face the horses. He was younger than Joel, with shoulder-length raven hair and a moustache coloured the same shade of black.

His eyes widened, a spiral of mixed emotions casting over his face as he looked at his older brother. He moved to climb down from the construction area, his eyes never leaving his brother's figure.

Joel climbed off of his horse, jogging slightly to meet his brother half-way in a long awaited embrace. They stood quiet for a moment, simply basking in one another's presence after spending too many moons alone.

The two men pulled back—Tommy's hands resting on his brother's shoulders as he examined him. "What the fսck you doin' here?"

Joel looked around for a moment, his breath appearing as a cloud of mist as he deeply exhaled. "I came here to save you."

Joel erupted into a fountain of pleasant laughter, overjoyed to see his younger brother alive and out of harms ways.

Behind the two men, the two girls that rested over the young horse watched the bittersweet display of brotherhood with somewhat downcast stares.

This was all Joel wanted, and Heaven and Hell knew he deserved it.

Though it didn't stop the festering ache in the two girls hearts as they watched. Joel had displayed more affection in thirty seconds, then he had to them in almost four months. Of course, they didn't expect him to baby them as though they were toddlers, drowning them in care and love, but the once-in-a-while concern and tenderness didn't seem to be such a terrible idea.

Once again, Lizzie watched a pair of brother's embrace in envy. It made her wonder how many more times she'd have to witness the repetitive cycle of internal agony that the world seemed to shower her in, reminding her with the truth: Elizabeth Dean would never get what she wanted.

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ROWS OF GOLDEN FAIRY LIGHTS SHOWERED OVER THE CANTEEN, casting the whole hall in a honey-coloured light. The interior was welcoming and inviting, with wooden tables—some circular, some rectangular—displayed across the room and adorning checkered picnic blankets on top.

At one of the rectangular tables, Lizzie sat in between Joel and Ellie, a plate full of warm, freshly cooked food in front of her. She, Joel, and Ellie cared little for the two people who watched them curiously, instead choosing to eat as though they were dining their last ever meal.

"There's more if you need it." The woman who'd been part of the group, Maria, stated kindly, as though she hadn't held them at gunpoint less than an hour before.

Joel spared her a glance. "Thank you, ma'am. It's been a while since we've had a proper meal." He looked to the two girls beside him for a moment.

Lizzie placed down the knife and fork, picking up the drink before her. It was one she'd never drank before, but she'd seen it advertised on vandalised billboards. It was a red can with the words 'coca-cola' written on it in a well-written font.

"Actually, I don't think I've ever had a proper meal." Ellie interjected, taking another bite of her meal, "This is fuckin' amazing."

Immediately, Lizzie choked on the drink, coughing as she did so. Joel gave her a concerned glance as she lowered her head, patting her chest frantically.

Beside her, Ellie huffed a laugh, patting her on the back until she stopped coughing. "Sorry, she's not used to fizzy drinks." Joel apologised.

Lizzie chuckled lightly. "Yeah, that and what Ellie said."

Joel closed his eyes for a second, exasperated. Then, he turned back to Tommy and Maria. "Sorry. Ellie. . . let's mind our manners."

"Yeah, ponytail, let's mind our manners." Lizzie teased, nudging Ellie's shoulder lightly. Ellie rolled her eyes in response. "Shut up, firefly."

Lizzie huffed, turning her gaze away. She let her gaze examine the inside of the building, her eyes catching onto a pair of brown eyes that stared directly over to their table.

Behind one of the many wooden pillars, a girl stood observantly. She was tall, and appeared to be at least a year or two older than her and Ellie. Her hair was dark and braided, framing her face as she peered past the pillar.

It seemed Lizzie wasn't the only one to notice the girl, as she heard a loud bark from the girl next to her. "What?"

The girl turned away, embarrassed. Sending them one last look, the girl left the dining area along with their line of sight.

"What's wrong with you?" Joel asked, turning to Ellie with a confused gaze. The brunette carried on staring where the older girl once stood. "What about her manners?"

Lizzie leaned back in her chair, pursing her lips with a sigh. She moved her gaze back to the table for a moment, before looking up to meet Tommy's scrutinising gaze.

He watched her cautiously, as though she were a fox in a room full of lambs. Lizzie looked away awkwardly, shrinking under his gaze.

The blonde turned her head to Maria as the woman spoke up. "She was just curious. Kids around here don't usually look or talk like you."

Lizzie's eyebrows scrunched. "What's the supposed to mean? Also, can I have my gun back?" She asked impatiently, giving the woman a pair of puppy dog eyes. "Wait, where is my dog?"

Maria gave her a tight-lipped smile, raising her eyebrows as she leaned back in her chair. "They also aren't armed. And your dog is outside with the other dogs. You can get him later."

Tommy turned his gaze away from the blonde, looking between the trio and then to Maria. "You know what? Uh. . . I think maybe y'all got a little off on the wrong foot."

Ellie scoffed leaning forward, pointing to Maria. "She was gonna have her guys kill us! Not to mention, one of her guys wanted to blow Lizzie's head off!"

Lizzie winced, nodding her head. "Yeah, that wasn't very fun."

"Well, we gotta be real careful about who we let in this place-" Tommy began to explain, "-But it's all bark. We're just tryna scare off those who might wanna try us is all."

Lizzie scoffed under her breath. "You go tell that to the nice fucking soup woman and her husband."

Joel turned to her, his eyes wide at her use of language. "Liz." He warned sternly.

"It's true!" Lizzie defended, turning to Maria and Tommy, "They say that you leave dead bodies around."

"Those are the people who tried us." Said Maria.

"A bad reputation doesn't mean you're bad." Tommy added. "Not always, at least."

Joel breathed out lightly, placing down his utensils and turning to Maria. "Ma'am. . . we're grateful for your hospitality and all." He stated, "But it'd be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family."

Joel turned to his younger brother, watching as the man turned to Maria, holding out one of his hands to her. "Well, uh-" Maria placed her hand in his own, a ring adorning her finger, "-Maria is family, actually."

"Oh, shit. Congrats." Ellie raised her eyebrows, her voice followed by the blonde's as she congratulated them.

The only person remaining silent was Joel. He stared at them blankly, as though he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Joel, say congrats." Ellie instructed.

"Manners, cowboy, manners." Lizzie mumbled, taking a large sip of the coca-cola drink she'd been provided. Surprisingly, it was good—really good.

"Congrats." Joel grunted after a moment, obviously surprised by the announcement. He tapped his hand anxiously on the wood of the table as he spoke.

Tommy and Maria shared a glance as they fell silent—most likely due to Joel's sudden tension. "So, How 'bout a tour?"

When none of the trio protested, Maria and Tommy rose from their seats and began leading the trio outside of the dining area.

"We settled here about seven years ago." Maria explained, leading Joel, Lizzie, and Ellie through the festive town of Jackson. "Just a handful of us back then."

She pointed to a sector in the near distance, "That section was already a gated community, so we built the rest of the wall out from there. Stopped most of the raiding parties, but we still find pockets of them."

Lizzie eye's searched curiously for any sign of Bellamy. It took her a moment until her eyes fell on the golden retriever. He rolled on a small patch of snow, the dog from before swishing his tail as he repeated the actions.

She smiled faintly, deciding not to bother him. There weren't a lot of friendly dogs they'd came across, and she knew he must've felt lonesome at times. Instead, she carried on walking with the group.

"And you said Infected?" Joel commented.

Tommy shrugged. "Yeah, but usually smaller colonies, wandered off from the cities. All this open country out here-" he turned to look at the trio, "- it's a turkey shoot. I still got my seven hundred, but I found a variable power scope. Sub-MOA. Can headshot those fuckers from a half mile out."

Lizzie turned at the man's words. "That's sounds cool. Can you teach us that?"

"No, he cant." Joel responded instantly, giving the younger girl a stern look. She rolled her eyes, moving closer to Ellie until they were side by side.

"How do you keep this place quiet?" Joel inquired, looking around at the bustling streets as children ran by.

Maria shrugged slightly. "Carefully. Being in the middle of nowhere helps. Not advertising what we have, staying off the radio. House of worship, multifaith. School. Laundry." She explained, "Old bank works as the jail, not that we've needed it."

Lizzie kicked the snow with her boots as she walked, completely missing the barrelling figure that almost knocked her down.

The blonde yelped in surprise, her shoulder colliding with somebody else's. Had Joel not been behind her, she would've fallen onto the snow.

The figure turned to her—a boy, probably about sixteen, with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He looked at her for a moment, stuttering a small apology as his friend passed him laughing. "Uh, sorry." He took a moment, then followed after his friend, but not before getting a yell from the brunette beside Lizzie.

"Damn right, you're fuckin' sorry," Ellie glared at the boy, "watch where you're going next time." She cursed under her breath, waiting for Lizzie to catch up to her before walking again.

Tommy and Maria shared a look, both turning to Joel with raised eyebrows. When Joel returned their gaze, he seemed almost smug, as though he already expected Ellie to act the way she had. Dare they say, he almost looked proud.

Nevertheless, the tour continued. The group had managed to come across a large sheep pen, causing for Ellie to turn to Joel with a grin. "Hey, Joel, check it, Baa."

Lizzie chuckled brightly. "That was funny then, you gotta admit, Cowboy." Suddenly, she turned to Tommy, tilting her head at him. "Hey are you also a cowboy—"

"No, he isn't, Liz." Joel immediately shut down, ignoring the amused look he gained from his brother.

"So are you, like, in charge?" Ellie asked, looking to Maria.

Maria looked between them all, "No one person's in charge." She corrected. "I'm on the council. Democratically elected, serving three hundred people, including children. Everyone pitches in. We rotate patrols, food prep, repairs, hunting, harvesting." She listed, though it seemed both Ellie and Lizzie's attention remained on the animals near by.

"Everything you see in our town. . . greenhouses, livestock, all shared. Collective ownership." Tommy added on after his wife.

"So, uh, Communism."

"Nah. Nah, it ain't like that." Tommy denied, shaking his head as he turned to his wife. Maria ignored her husband's words, "It is that. Literally. This is a commune. We're communists."

Lizzie pursed her lips, looking over to the horses. "Hey, Maria?"

The woman hummed, turning to her. "Where's vixen? The horse Ellie and I got here on." She asked, waiting for the woman's response.

"Right here." The woman led the blonde over a line of stables. Inside on of them, Vixen stood happy to see the blonde. Lizzie walked closer to the horse, placing her hand out softly and watching as the horse nuzzled it's nose into her palm. "Hello vixen." She cooed.

Beside her, Maria smiled lightly at the interaction, turning to Ellie and gesturing to the horse beside Vixen. "This is our newest one. Couple months old. You wanna pet her?"

Ellie nodded, a wide grin on her face as she placed her gloved hand on the horses nose. "What's her name?"

"Shimmer."

"Shimmer." Ellie tested, stroking the horse with a smile. She looked beside her, catching Lizzie beam as she giggled lightly, moving her head away from the horse playfully.

It made Ellie feel pleased to see Lizzie carrying her natural grin. As special as Henry and Sam were, Lizzie deserved some peace of mind.

Maria huffed, turning to Tommy. "Well, I'm sure they'd like a shower, some new clothes. We can put them in the empty house across the street from us." She recommended, looking to Joel with a nod.

"Yeah," Tommy approved, "It's a decent place. Pretty much untouched since o'three, but it's got the heat goin' in it. Could do worse."

"Trust me, we have been." Ellie confirmed, sharing a glance with Lizzie as they both grinned at each other. Lizzie turned to look at Joel, her hand still caressing Vixen's elegant face.

Joel simply looked between Ellie and her blankly. "We've been doing fine." He corrected. Lizzie's grin faltered at Joel's lie. They hadn't been doing fine at all.

"Well, I'll take Ellie and Lizzie over there if you two wanna catch up?" Maria suggested, unaware of the two girl's who's eyes widened in protest.

"Yeah. Okay." Lizzie frowned slightly as Joel agreed. Her heart ached slightly—Joel had found his family. Why would he choose to leave now just for her and Ellie?

"Joel."

"You'll be fine." Joel promised, turning away from the two girls and not looking back.

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BROTHERHOOD WAS TWISTED, that much was for sure. The words that sounded from Tommy's mouth left an unwelcoming sensation of disappointment lingering throughout Joel's body.

He sat on a stool inside an empty bar—Tommy standing before him with a conflicted stare, debating wether or not he should speak his mind.

Bitterly, Joel poured the rest of his amber-coloured whiskey down his throat, finding the burning sensation better than the intense fire of Tommy's words.

Noticing his younger brother's reluctance, Joel grunted in annoyance. "Tommy, if you've got something to say, I'd rather you just get it out there."

Tommy looked up to him from behind the counter, looking through the windows once before leaning against the chestnut-coloured table.

Finally, he breathed out slowly. "That little girl you've brought here. The blonde one."

"Elizabeth?"

Tommy shuddered slightly, as though reliving a memory he'd much rather forget. "Yeah. . . what did you say her last name was?"

Joel recoiled slightly, confused by his brother's now skittish attitude. "Tess said that her name was Elizabeth Dean, why're you asking?"

Tommy clasped his hands together in thought. "Where'd you find her? Be honest with me now, Joel, don't you lie to me." Tommy's gaze was harder than a ring of pure diamond as he stared down his older brother.

Slowly, Joel leaned backwards. "Tommy, why are you asking about her?"

"Joel."

"She's just a normal kid. I don't get why—"

"Joel, where the fuck did you find that goddamn little girl?" Tommy slammed his glass onto the table, the noise creating a thunderous echo that silenced the brothers.

Joel released a sigh. "Boston."

Tommy paled, moving to lean with his back against the counter so Joel had no access to the mortified look in his eyes. He knew he'd recognised those innocent blue eyes, the sun-kissed blonde hair, and the small, almost unnoticed scar on the side of her neck.

"Jesus Christ, Joel. Do you know who that is? Do you know who you've brought into my goddamn town?" Tommy hissed furiously, taking a breath to control himself from his oblivious brother.

Joel stared at his frantic brother in confusion. He spoke of Lizzie—Amusing, young little Lizzie, the funny girl who he'd given the innocent name of bug to—as though she were a demonic creature, or something to be frightened of.

"Tommy, tell me right now what the fuck you're talking about." Joel ordered, watching his brother's chest rise and fall anxiously.

Tommy turned to him, swallowing a lump in his throat. "You remember back in Boston," he began, "few years ago, We needed to get out of Boston in order to reach Tess." He released a heavy sigh, "we had a plan, to sneak out at night or something—I cant fucking remember. Point is, we were gonna sneak out of the QZ, but we missed our chance because a woman tipped off FEDRA and told them we were going to leave the QZ."

Joe listened intently, not actually knowing what his brother was getting at.

"We were so fucking pissed off with that woman. . .do you remember what her name was?" Tommy looked up to his brother, his eyes shadowed and dark. When Joel stayed silent, Tommy finished, "Arabelle Dean."

Joel shook his head, scowling slightly as he glared down his brother. "Okay, so what, it's a coincidence, it doesn't mean anything."

"It means fucking everything, Joel! That woman, the night we slaughtered her," Tommy said the word as though it were laced in poison, "she had two fucking children, Joel. A little boy and a little girl."

Then Joel remembered. He remembered it all.

The way he'd watched the woman's body fall, her skin stained crimson, and her eyes empty. He'd watched as her body fell to the floor, revealing two young children—a small girl, her eyes glossy as she curled into her brother's side. The boy watched in horror, his mouth agape as his mother's outstretched hand fell before him.

Before the boy could stop his sister, she'd reached out in anger, grabbing the weapon her mother had dropped—a small knife—and carelessly slashed Joel's leg with the weapon, causing him to let out a pained hiss. As he clutched his leg, he'd recklessly sliced his knife forward in an attempt to keep the manic child from attacking.

His eyes grew wide as he watched her clutch her neck, her blue eyes frightened as her brother reached forward, grabbing her back and looking at the open wound across her the side of her neck. Thankfully, it hadn't been deep enough to kill, only to scar.

"Joel, we killed that little girl's Mother."

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THE JACKSON AIR WAS COOL AS IT BRUSHED LIZZIE'S HAIR OVER HER SHOULDERS. She walked through the town, kicking pebbles as she did so.

Ellie had gone to use the shower first, leaving Lizzie with about twenty minutes or more—depending on how long Ellie would be—to examine the town as much as she wanted.

The streets were busy—once again, filled with joyfully children who stared in wonder at the festivities around them. Adults laughed as they stood before a large Christmas tree, all of them wrapped up tight in scarfs and earmuffs.

People smiled at the young girl, each more charming than the last as they passed by her. They treated her as though she was one of them. As though she hadn't spent three months killing, fighting, and travelling day and night.

It made her feel welcomed. Almost.

Had the sound of child-like crying not filled her ears, Lizzie would've carried on her walk, accepting smiles from people she didn't know and probably would never see again.

Lizzie turned, her eyes widening as she watched a girl—no older than five cry endlessly, her rosy cheeks flushed and red as rivers of tears soaked her scarf.

Lizzie looked around curiously, assuming the girls parents were somewhere around, however, she stood alone amongst the crowd of people that passed through the streets.

Lizzie huffed in uncertainty. The way she saw it, she had two options: one, leave the girl alone and hope for the best, or two, help the girl and keep her from being trampled to death by the sea of people.

Lizzie pursed her lips, taking a deep breath as she walked over to the girl. The girl walked hopelessly around, nibbling at the nail on her thumb as she breathed through her tears.

Unsurely, Lizzie approached the girl, kneeling to her height and watching as the younger girl turned to her with glossy eyes. Lizzie looked at the young girl with a frown. "Hello."

"Hi." The younger girl sobbed out, her small body shaking due to the cold air.

Lizzie wasn't actually sure what to do next, gently she spoke again. "My names Lizzie. What's your name?"

The younger girl hiccuped quietly "R-rose."

Lizzie frowned deeply. "Where's your family, rose?" She asked gently, her tone quiet and tender as she watched the younger girl—Rose, anxiously pull her hair behind her ears.

"My brother." Rose choked out, "my brother. I need my brother." She immediately began crying again, and to Lizzie's surprise, the girl quite literally collapsed into her arms.

And suddenly rose wasn't rose anymore. In her place, Sam stood. His orange streak danced across his eyes as he stared up at her. His face was mangled, covered in blood and filled with dark veins.

He stared at her accusingly, as though she was to blame. It was her fault he had died.

Lizzie breathed heavily, closing her eyes and repeating an internal chant. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not fucking real. You're not real. You're not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real. Your not real.

You're not—"Rosie!"

Lizzie snapped her eyes open, watching as a boy—the tall boy who'd almost fallen into her earlier—came barrelling through the sea of citizens. Rose turned, watching as her brother raced towards her.

Lizzie rose from her spot, her fingers instantly wiping away the stray tear that threatened to fall from her eye.

The boy kneeled, picking up his sister in relief. "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay! I'm so, so—oh," he looked to Lizzie, squinting his eyes slightly as he recognised her. "Oh, I remember you."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I remember you, too. How could I forget when you almost pushed me over."

The boy let out a scoff of amusement. "You're funny."

"So I've been told."

The boy rolled his eyes lightly, turning his attention back to his baby sister. He picked her up, placing her on his hip as she hid her face in his neck.

And Lizzie watched with the familiar burning envy.

The boy turned back to her. "Thanks for, uh, making sure my sister was alright."

Lizzie nodded, pursing her lips slightly. "Don't worry about it." The boy huffed. "You're new here, right? What's your name?"

Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "Tell me yours first and I might tell you mine."

The boy chuckled lightly, his hand going to stabilise his sister to make sure she wouldn't fall. "I'm Cameron. This is my little sister, Rose."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Cameron, but I've got to go." She gave him a tight-lipped smile, giving one last soft glance to the younger girl, who smiled at her faintly.

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Surprised your guard dog's not here." The boy said, catching her attention just before she managed to walk away.

Lizzie turned to him, "how do you know I've got a dog, weirdo?"

"I was talking about your girlfriend."

Lizzie stood in confusion for a minute, asking curiously. "Ellie?"

"Well, if that's the chick that Dina was talking about, then yeah." Cameron nodded, chuckling slightly. He watched the girl's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "Why would I know who Dina is?"

"Well, she sure seemed to know you."

"That's pretty stalkerish, to be honest."

"No it's—"

"Liz."

Lizzie turned, watching as Ellie approach her, sending an unwelcoming glance to the boy before fixing her gaze onto the blonde. "You can come back to the house now." She nodded her head in the direction of the house they were assigned to.

Lizzie joined her without protest, completely ignoring the boy who watched with raised eyebrows as they retreated away from him and his sister.

"What was that about?" Ellie asked, sparing a glance to the girl beside her. Lizzie shrugged in response, "nothing important."

Lizzie gave Ellie a glance, frowning when she saw the saddened look cast of Ellie's face.

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Episode seven was the most heartwarmingly heartbreaking thing I've ever watched

DID YALL SEE HOW ELLIE WAS LOOKING AT RILEY THE WHOLE EPISODE AND THEN SHE FIXED HER HAIR I LOVE HER