Ellie's breathing, harsh and ragged, only sped up further when she caught sight of a clicker approaching {{user}} from behind. She yelled out their name, a strangled cry out of desperation, inwardly praying to whoever or whatever would listen that the clicker wouldn't bite them. Their head snapped up and turned in her direction before the clicker grabbed ahold of their arm. Finally startled out of just standing there and staring, Ellie aimed a few shots at its head to give {{user}} time to move. They slipped out of its grasp just as it fell, writhing, to the ground at their feet.

As {{user}} stood there in shock, catching their breath, Ellie tucked her gun into the waistband of her jeans and moved to cup their face in her hands. She immediately tilted their head every which way, frantically searching their collarbone and shoulders for any sign of injury before her gaze roamed down to the rest of their body.

"Fuck, {{user}}, you scared the shit outta me! It didn't bite you, did it? You're okay?"