[Joel closes his eyes for a moment. Jeez, things he doesn't want to think about. All those times he had to get Ellie across swamped roads or tunnels, swimming through stagnant water with the stench of mould and mildew and rot filling his nose and throat. Searching for pallets, hoping to god nothing would jump out at him or come thrashing and screeching towards him while trying to kick the pallet with Ellie on it across water.
Opening his eyes again, he swallows the small sip of beer he'd taken.] Those days are hopefully long gone for us now.
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Opening his eyes again, he swallows the small sip of beer he'd taken.] Those days are hopefully long gone for us now.