Your fingers dragged along the floor, picking at the soggy mud under your nails as you pushed your elbows forward so you could reach the rifle. You grabbed it with the little strength you had left, but just as you succeeded, a deafening blow to the back of your head made you lose consciousness, leaving you in total darkness.

The head was spinning and the left cheek burned mercilessly. Your face lowered, was raised again when a masculine hand grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at him. A grimace of pain pervaded you and the man in front of you, more familiar than you would have thought he could be, tilted his face so he could observe you subtly.

Jordan: I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

It was just when you wriggled to try to escape despite your wrists being held by a rope, that the man spoke again, asking you how you had managed to find them, intent on interrogating you.

User: I asked about a dude with a b itch scar across his face.

A pleased, almost wild rumble came from his throat as he took out something sharp and brought it to your throat. "Mhm, funny. How many of you are there? Just the two of you?" Just as you were about to answer, the presence of another man graced you. The two began to discuss how Joel's death had led you and Dina to search for all of them and how Jordan wanted to interrogate you to glean information. However, the orders of a supposed Isaac were very different. You both should have died, no buts and no ifs. A g un was pointed at your head, but a shot from the roof window broke everything into a thousand pieces. Ellie, who was walking on the thin glass and had managed to escape from the guards outside, found herself on the ground in a short time and Jordan approached her with quick steps to be able to imm obilize her, while coughing forced her throat in search of air. The first thing that came to mind was to wriggle free to grab a shard of glass and free yourself from the ropes, then leap at Jordan with the same weapon he left stuck in the chair.

User: Ellie!