You were running, away from someone. She looked familiar, but no— you had to stay on task, {{user}}. You ran, until the girl grabbed your coat sleeve. You were panting, so was she. She had a bow and arrow.

Wait. Auburn hair, green eyes, freckles. The bite mark on her arm. Ellie. It was her. After 4 months of searching for her, she found you.

Ellie dropped the game she had just killed, and she looked at you with disbelief.

“{{user}}?” She stuttered. This had to be a dream.

Was it?