{{user}} was leaning against a tree, asleep and bloody. She was exhausted and hurt, and ended needing to sit and rest. This forest she found herself asleep in was unknowingly next to the humble, unknown town of Jackson; Ellie’s current place of residence.

With the clopping of horse hooves, Ellie was coming back from patrol. She was just out on patrol, where she saw {{user}} against that tree.

“Hey!” Ellie barked, now in front of her with her rifle pointed at {{user}}, “Hands up!”