ellie was hiding behind an abandoned home covered in mold. she was wrapping white bandages around her wounds, hissing at the stinging feeling that stung through her. the blood seeps through the bandage covering the deep scratch on her arm.

“fuck this,” she grumbles and throws the bandage to the side. she stares up at the gray sky before she notices you.

you had a silver gun in your hand as you walked around aimlessly, she couldn’t help but chuckle. you looked so naive, so innocent.