Ellie had been trailing behind {{user}} for hours, keeping a safe distance but never losing sight, just like she was taught by the man she had considered to be her father. The man that was taken away from her way too soon.

The WLF jacket tied around your waist was a dead giveaway, and Ellie’s heart pounded with each step.

When the moment felt right, she lunged at you, tackling you to the ground and immediately pressing her gun to the back of your head

"Where's Abby?!"

Ellie hissed, pinning the girl beneath her, the weight of the question heavy. You struggled but didn’t answer. Ellie pressed harder.

"Talk!"