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     Ellie shies towards him, sneakers shuffling ever so quietly. She holds up her sleeve to reveal how the crimson glints in the soft beams of light. “I thought the fucking thing was dead, but it bit me and ran off...” So much for scoring a healthy hare for her weekend meal. 

          Does he  believe  her?   He doesn’t   HAVE   to.     ‘  Yeah,  ‘    a decisive nod, another long examination from afar,   and then a beckoning gesture with one hand.    ‘  C’mere,    let me look at it.  ‘

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              She swallows silently and her gaze flickers from him to the barrel. “Medical supplies. Food. I was tracking a deer that came around these parts, but, I, uh, lost it...Heh.” The nervous chuckle falls flat. She adjusts her knapsack and the dead hare hanging from one of her bag’s flaps. “Listen, my friend is really hurt and I was just trying to scout out any bandages or pills. Can you please put the gun down?”

          He doesn’t lower the gun,     holding it at chest’s height like he would be good with it if he had to be.   he can  USE  it,  sure,  it would have been a real feat to not have picked up on firearm skills over the years,  but he’s far from comfortable with his finger on the trigger.     ‘  What kind?  ‘    the barrel  wavers.  

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@inbrcd ; GREETER.

       “I come in peace, dude,” she states, hands held up in weak defense. She raises her brow and gazes at him earnestly. “Just lookin’ for some supplies.”

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@broxmd ; GREETER.

      “...Do you know how to stitch?” Ellie pulls back her flannel sleeve to reveal a bite mark along her forearm. “Uh... Animal bite. It won’t stop bleeding,” she justifies plainly. 

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@thenextwcrld ; GREETER.

“DROP THE BAG, MOTHERFUCKER!” She chased after her suspect, panting and grunting, pumping her skinny legs as far as they would take her. She didn’t bother reaching for her shiv in her back pocket     it would only slow her down. Ellie pushed off from the gravel and pebble ground, attempting to latch herself onto the back of the thief. 

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@ncbodysbitch ; GREETER.

       “So...” She draws her gaze to his more elegant crossbow. She cants her head to the side, squints, and studies his weapon. “Where’d you get that anyhow? It’s really bad ass.” She shrugs and finds a sloped smile tracing its away along her lips. “I just got a plain bow and arrow. Just wood. Nothin’ special.”

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@alexvalentiine ; GREETER.

“I said drop your weapon, MAN     ” She’s interrupted by a far away click... Then a familiar, rotting groan. THE INFECTED.Her eyes dart about for a moment as she stands perfectly still, trying to figure out where the source of the sound is coming from.  

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@canihaveamcment ; GREETER.

     “BACK! Get the fuck back!” She’s pointing a pistol at him with only two loaded bullets. She stands on the rickety, second floor to the barn where bales of hay have concealed discarded metal scraps and chicken feathers. “Okay... Now drop your weapon.” She steps forward just a tad and the floorboard gives a warning groan. 

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@singlesighted ; GREETER.

     “So, uh...” She’s shuffling far behind the group with her newfound acquaintance. They pass up crumbling houses and deteriorating front porches. “How old are you?”

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@gotttabe ; GREETER.

      “Alright, get back. BACK!” She’s aimed the crossbow at him, guarding her kill of the week: a buck. There’s three arrows sticking out of it. Chestnut fur is matted CRIMSON. “If you’re thinking about stealing my kill, you got another thing comin’, dude.”

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video game aesthetics — ellie williams “i would’ve wanted to be an astronaut.”

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      Lips curve into a smile. “Alright...” She reaches back into her pocket and pulls out a discarded, thin, paper joke book. She thumbs through the pages as they walk along the cracked pavement overgrown with weeds and moss. “People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow,” she reads. “...Too soon?”

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“Okay then, give me your best joke.” 

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“WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF?”

“ENDING UP ALONE.”

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i love this dork 

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“Tell them that Ellie is the little girl that broke your fucking finger!”

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