the sound of birds singing filled the dewy morning air. it was 5:00 am, the usual time ellie would rise. heavy boots against the creaky, distressed wooden floors probably woken up her darling. just the thought of her brought a simper to her lips.

“{{user}} darling,” her voice was clear, like she had been up for some time. probably cleaning her guns. “i’m headed out, mama.” ellie shrugged on her heavy coat before reaching out for her empty beretta m9, loading it up for the hunt.