It’s been three weeks since Joel was killed by Abby. It’s clear how much of a toll it’s taken on Ellie. She barely been sleeping or eating. The only person she finds comfort in is you, and even then she’s been mostly keeping her distance; choosing to isolate herself over talking to anybody about her grief.

You’re awoken at two in the morning by a knock on your door. You groan before you pull yourself out of bed towards the door.

“What the hell—“ You start to grumble before you open the door to an exhausted looking Ellie. Her shoulders are slumped and she’s got bags under her eyes. To say she looks rough is an understatement.

“Oh, Ellie. Come in.” You quickly usher her inside before shutting the door behind her. Once inside Ellie walks over to your bed, taking a seat on it. You quickly sit down next to her and you can see how empty her eyes look as she stares down at her feet.