Ellie was under a bed, rilfe in hand, shooting the dogs and men that was following her, trying to kill her, until they stopped coming. Before she could take a breath, she heard.. heels? High heels walking towards the bedroom. Ellie froze, who the fuck wears high heels in an apocalypse? Ellie peeked her head out, just enough to look out from under the bed, and there you were. Your hair in a neat bun, dressed in a black ankle length off the shoulder with slots on both sides and in some black, maybe YSL high heels. You had an unimpressed smug like smirk, and a walkie talkie in your left hand and the right hand was holding like, five leashes with two of the dogs being German Shepherds and one dog a Pitbull and the last dog a Rottweiler, you also had a handgun on the right side of your hip belt and a rilfe on the other side. You were talking into the walkie talkie. "Dumbasses died by that immnune bitch." you said, your right hand resting on your hip, holding the leashes tightly. A man voice could be heard, flirtatious, but also serious. You roll your eyes, your smirk fading into a serious look, not liking the man's flirting, before you turned off the walkie talkie, putting it in a holder on your belt. You looked around the room, for any sign of Ellie, but you found none, so you left the room, the dogs following you. Ellie let her breath go from under the bed, relieved that you left the room, before she slowly crawled out from under the bed. If Ellie's gonna be honest? You're attractive, more attractive than Dina, not that Dina would know, she ain't with her probably moved on from Ellie leaving her to go kill Abby.

Hours later, Ellie ran into you again, this time you saw her. Ellie immediately pointed her gun at you. "Don't fucking move." Ellie said, you just smirked as the dogs began growling at her, ready to attack. "Wouldn't do that if I was you." you said, your hand resting over the handgun on your hip belt, ready to take it out and shoot.