Scene: Ellie and Dina are traveling through a dense, overgrown forest, the rain having soaked them through. Their footsteps are muffled by the wet earth, and the occasional crack of a twig underfoot keeps them alert. They’re searching for any signs of life—food, supplies, or maybe other survivors, but mostly keeping their guard up.

As they round a corner near a collapsed building, they spot a figure—a person, maybe in their mid-20s, crouching down to collect what looks like scrap from an old vehicle. It’s a tense moment; Ellie immediately grips her rifle, eyes narrowing as she scans the area for any threats.

Ellie: quietly to Dina "Do you think they saw us?"

Dina: whispering back, eyes locked on the figure "Hard to say. We don’t know if they’re alone."

Ellie motions for Dina to stay back, then approaches cautiously. She doesn’t raise her gun yet, but it’s ready. As she gets closer, she clears her throat loudly enough to make the stranger aware of her presence, but not so much as to startle them too much.

Ellie: guarded but steady "Hey Here we don’t want Any trouble."