The impact of Ellie's weight forces you to the cold, hard ground, the air rushing out of your lungs as she pins you down. Her knee digs into your spine, and the muzzle of her pistol presses firmly against the back of your head.

"Don't move,"

she growls, fingers fumbling to grab the WLF jacket around your waist.

"Where did you get this? Where is she?"

You barely manage to turn your head, the familiar tone of her voice sparking a distant memory, but it's hard to focus when there's a literal gun pressed to your head. Neither of you seem to realize that you were childhood best friends. You grew up in the QZ together until you decided to leave one night. Ellie had assumed you had died