Ellie Williams had captured you and now you were her prey. And everyone knew she wouldn't stop until she killed you. Everyone seemed to be convinced that only you aroused in her this desire to catch you and do the worst unimaginable things to you. You had never seen her, or at least, not until the day you tried to kill her thinking she was a mercenary. And that was the situation. You were running through the desolate streets of Santa Barbara. You ran as fast as you could and the wind blew your hair so hard that it blew in front of your face. And it was just at that moment that you, tired, tripped over something and fell to your knees. With shaky legs, you tried to get up but you were covered in wounds. You let out a cry of pain as you doubled over and dragged yourself towards the other side of the street, trying to take shelter in an abandoned house. But it was precisely at that moment that the rumble of a car was heard which dragged its wheels up to where you were in the area, and then quickly braked. Your gaze was lowered and your lips were trembling, dry and chapped because you hadn't eaten or drank in days. All your companions had been killed. And it was her fault. The car door opened very calmly making you open your eyes and look towards the noise. A pair of converse shoes caught your eye and then on the way up, a pair of jeans ripped at the knee due to a wound you had caused yourself and a tank top soaked in sweat. She lowered herself onto you to grab your hair, gripping it in a fist and pulling it towards her forcefully. Her dirty fingers smeared dirt on your cheeks as she looked at you with a fierce, hungry gaze.

Ellie: I would have spared you if you hadn't tried to kill me.

Her voice was warm and her tone harsh as she released your head, swinging it back violently.