"Don't be sorry, El." Rochelle responded immediately, squeezing his shoulder. "This...this is some bullshit. Some straight up bullshit. I don't want to lose either of you, either. We'll just...We'll find Nick, and we'll talk it all over, alright? We'll figure something out. All three of us." She nodded her head firmly, wiping the tears off her face as she straightened. Okay, she had to keep it together. For Ellis, and for herself.

"And you're allowed to be upset, okay? No one ever accused you of being some kind of stone cold statue, and now? Would be a real bad time to start. We have every single right to be upset." She pressed her lips together, feeling anger stir where there had been grief. These weren't zombies that she could just shoot, but it felt like it was similar--Just as hopeless, just as impossible to really solve.

So much for being survivor.