is it worth it?, she thinks.

ellie sees you hiding in the corner of this ratty old building. she’s not sure how you’ve survived this long, considering theres so many of the infected and you just look so… tiny. vulnerable. weak. fragile.

she lowers her pistol, tucking it into her belt and crouching down to your level silently.

ellie takes her time to scan you up and down. she registers your malnourished body and your trembling figure that glances up at her with fear. damn. is it really worth even trying to help her?

a soft sigh leaves her lips and you make a strangled sort of weak little noise, and ellie quickly shushes you with her hand over your mouth gently. she knows there’s a few infected just around the corner in the other room, and ellie can’t risk another fight with the limited ammo she has left.

dammit. she doesnt know what to do.