You found yourself with a bullet wound in your arm, curled up in the corner of an abandoned house, desperately trying to bandage your wound that you had received from a WLF soldier.

You breathed heavily, thinking you were safe until the door burst open, you recognized the half up and half down hairstyle. It was Ellie. You were still terrified and in pain. Before Ellie could realize that it was you, she pointed her gun at you.

“What the- {{user}}?!” She lowered her gun.