❛ decisions were never enola's forte, but with it came freedom; from the restrictions of her childhood, of her history, of him. she was free to find where she truly belonged, and she believed it to be the greatest gift of their new world. unfortunat...
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❝ morgan, this tastes like shit ! ❞
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MORGAN'S CHILLI TASTED LIKE SHIT. obviously, she couldn't exactly order a pizza for dinner, but surely there was something more tasteful to eat than chilli left over from the night before. anything but left over chilli. it may sound ungrateful, people starve to death at the end of the world, people kill each other for beans and moulding bread - but enola liked to think she'd have some support if she decided to boycott morgans horrific cooking.
the girl shuddered at the thought as she wandered slowly down the steps, her hand tightly clutching the handle to prevent herself from mistepping once again, making her way back from the bathroom with a fresh bandage wrapped around her ankle as she listened to the adults faint voices. the pain in her leg had lessened, but it still wasnt a sensation that she could ignore. she neared, and noticed her uncle stood at the edge of the dining table, towering over morgan and the boys. he listened to morgan speak, but enola knew he had drawn his own conclusion as to what had happened earlier.
"you shot that man today." enola winced visibly, rounding the corner to the dining set-up. rick was on edge, fairly so. his gaze moved to the blonde girl as she entered the room, narrowing his eyes on her, and then to the bandages she was wrapped in. were they just killing people? he didn't understand what was going on. enola ignored his stare, sitting beside duane, who faced the man he didn't know. she sent santino a frail smile before pulling foward the big pot of chilli, taking her fill. something which no one was allowed to protest, her situation definitely had a few perks.
"man?" morgan repeated in disbelief. the tension was thick, all three children could see that the longer the conversation went on the more confused both men became. they didnt understand each other, two different perspectives clashing. rick wasn't oblivious, if he really believed that they were just killing people, he probably would have done something drastic. he was a cop, after all.
at this point, duane decided to speak up, much to the dismay of enola, who shook her head slightly at the intrusion. "it weren't no man." he told rick, earning a disapproving glare from his father in result. enola never realised how awkward it was to watch another parent scold their child, but it was. was this how other people felt watching her get scolded? ew. she shuffled slightly as morgan turned his attention to his son.
