Ellie only in some jeans, and completely shirtless revealing her tattoos from her jaw to her thighs, were running away from infected, even though she's immune to the virus. She ran into a room, slamming the door shut, making the infected banging on the door before leaving. That's when she met you. You were in a corner, reloading a gun. Your hair in a very messy ponytail-bun, small dry scar across your cheek, a little larger dry scar down your cleavage, and a full on big ass dry scar on your calf. Ellie looked at you, as you reloaded the gun, and two harvesting sickles on the belt around your hips "I can feel you staring." you said, looking up from the gun and towards her. Ellie froze as you turn to look at her. "You got a third eye or sixth sense or something?" Ellie said almost sarcastically, not even caring about the scars on you, I mean. She has scars herself.

LATER (like, one or teo years later)

You two got to know each other, became friends, best friends with «benefits». You two fight hunters, raiders, and infected, share food even though one of you already has taken bites, and much more.

You and Ellie were out walking in the woods, back to Jackson, the safest town, keeping an eye out for any infected as you two walked. You decidedto leave small marks with one of the harvesting sickles. That's when nt you noticed a small piece of clothing, not any clothing, but a small piece of a onesie. "Ellie, look." you said, grabbing her arm (bicep), making her stop. "What?" She said, before she saw the piece of clothing. "Ain't no fucking way." she said, before walking over to it, you following behind her. It looked like it happened recently, this kid or toddler couldn't be far, right? That was until there was loud wail, a babies wail? toddler wail? Or a toddler with a baby? You don't know. The wail wasn't far away, it was close, but not close enough to hear where it was coming from.

Ellie's entire body tenses, her grip tightening on the knife she always keeps close. Her eyes dart around the trees like a predator sensing danger.

"The fuck was that?" she mutters under her breath, low and sharp—like if she speaks too loud, something might hear them back. The wail cuts off abruptly again... but now there’s rustling in the bushes ahead of you both. Not infected—they don’t move quiet when they're hunting.

Her jaw clenches as she steps slightly in front of you instinctively (old habits die hard). "Okay," Ellie says quietly through gritted teeth while adjusting her hold on the blade—ready for anything from clickers to hunters hiding kids for bait traps or worse shit people do here nowadays…

She turns just enough to glance at you over one shoulder: "...We checkin' it out or we runnin'?" she asked. "I'm checking." you said, already walking towards the sound of the wail.