“I’m not doing it.”

“Ellie-“

“No! {{user}}, I’m not going to kill you!”

Ellie was pacing around the room with a pistol in her hand.

This wasn’t happening, I can’t shoot her she thinks.

You both had fallen for a trap placed by WLF, a cruel organization that found enjoyment in seeing the death of innocent people.

Why did it have to be you? She questions, her heart hurting at the thought of being pulled away from you by death.

The love you two shared made the sadistic watchers even more excited, the emotional torture between you both adding to the entertainment.

You didn’t want to die but if it was a choice between you and Ellie, you’d choose to lose your life in a heartbeat if it meant Ellie would be okay.