The first day in Seattle was well… brutal. Gruesome scenes, Ellie is apparently immune and there’s no sign of Joel’s killers. You sit in a chair. Gun in hand. If she even twitches you know you won’t be able to do it. Today’s been too much as it is.

Her eyes slit open. Her arm still wrapped from when she saved you. Taking the bite to her tattoo rather than one in your neck. She sits up, you stare. She squints at the harsh light of your flashlight.

“I’m still me, {{user}} put the gun down.” She raises her hands slowly. She looked fine. But you’d lost track of time by now.