Eʟʟɪᴇ Wɪʟʟᴀᴍs x Mᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᵗˡᵒᵘ¹

𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, I wipe away the blood with my sleeve. With a huff, and some excruciating pain, I push myself off the scattered remains of the floor that had just caved in. The yells and gunshots echoing throughout the building, reminding me what I had briefly forgotten. Some few bad men were upset with a trade I offered, and like the gentleman they are, refused another deal. Instead, opting for a beating. Scanning my surroundings, I spot a faint glow at the end of a corridor. Taking a step, I wince from the sharp pain in my left thigh. Deciding to power through it, I took a few more steps before crashing into a nearby wall. I hold myself there for a few moments, trying to catch my breath. Checking the area around me once more, I halt my breath when I spot a few Clickers rush into the room I was in. I squat down and hide behind a turned over cabinet. The beat of heart racing, and I swear if it gets just a bit louder the Clickers will notice. Before long, a few more gunshots ring out through the room, and the Clickers run after the racket. A release the breath I was holding and catch myself from falling over.

"This fucking day, man..." I say to myself quietly. Making my way over to the corridor with the faint glow, I grab a few supplies off the shelves. Carefully avoiding some broken glass in the middle of the hallway, I reach the door. Slowly, I push it further open and let in more light. I gave off a huge smile and enter the room with a collapsed wall leading to the street below. Closing the door behind me, I eagerly jump from the floor to the rubble leading down and trip, causing my to tumble the rest of the way. I bite my tongue in an effort to subdue the groan I let out. I push myself into sitting up and lean back. I finally get a good look at my injury I sustain from the fall. A single, but large, fucking piece of glass was lodged into my left thigh. As if on cue, the stinging ramped up to a hundred, and I hit the ground next to me to try and not yell. A few tears threaten to come out, but I won't let them. With a sigh, I take off my backpack and put it off to the side, taking out a bandage I had scavenged just a few minutes ago. Knowing this will hurt like hell, I take off the dog tag I'm wearing and bite down on it. I start to hyperventilate and hype myself up.

"O-Okay, c'mon! You've been through worse!" I say with a strained whisper. I grasp down on the glass sticking out of my thigh and start to pull. I shake with pain as I continue to pull out the ragged glass. "Motherfuc--ah!" I yell. Leaning my head back, I put more effort in order to get through this quicker. What seemed like hours, I finally managed to pull out the damned glass and tossed it with all my might. Through shaky gasps, I dab the leaking blood with my unrolled bandage and lift my leg up. Gnawing on the dog tag, I wrap my leg up and let out a deep sigh. Letting my head drop between my knees, I couldn't help but let out a few tears as I pondered my situation. Going back home is out of the story now. Those thugs are going to be looking for me and they have everyone wrapped around their fingers. Not like there's much for me back there. If they won't kill me, the others might. Before I know it, I'm full on bawling. Everything came crumbling down without a notice. Laying on my back, I contemplate just staying here for the rest of eternity. Before I could close my eyes for the last time, I hear a scuffle in the distance. Quickly, I was reminded how horrible it would be to be torn apart by Clickers. I jump up and crouch down by a decaying car. Peeking through the windows, I spot a two people making their way down the street. The one leading was dressed in a green plaid shirt that hasn't seen a wash in years. He also wore a regular backpack with a gas mask swinging from his hip.

"Damnit, Tess! You said you've on been on this route before. We're back where we started!" The man in front scolded, while wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Don't give me that, Joel! You're not exactly helping when you go off every five minutes scavenging everything you see!" The lady, I guess Tess, yelled back. She wore a maroon Jean jacket with the sleeves torn off and a blue bandana around her head.

"We should just head back, the shots came from this direction. And with what we're carrying... it's not worth it." Joel said, coming to stop as he surveyed the area.

"Would you quit with the whining, Joel? Might as well finished this one. We've been out here for a few hours. Besides, I know you need the ammunition." Tess rebutted, while leaning up against a light pole.

They continue their bickering while I catch myself starting to faint. The entire day starting to take its toll on me. With my options being next to none, I start to think about asking them for help. On the one hand, asking for help from a stranger is basically a death sentence. But staying out here with a busted up thigh us also another death sentence. Weighing my options, I start to freak out when they get back to walking. I need to make a decision now or never. Swallowing what's left of my pride, I drag myself around the car and raise my hands in the air.

"H-Hello..?" I let out. Weaker than I would want it but, I'm nearly dead.

The man is the first to respond as he whips around with his revolver aimed straight at me. I stop in my tracks and get my mind right.

"I-I... could really do with some... with some help..." I plead. I move around the car more until they could see the bloody bandage on my thigh. The two look at each other before the lady steps up, her weapon at a low ready stance.

"You alone?" She asks, looking around me. Mostly at destroyed building behind me.

"Y-Yeah! I'm not with anyone!" I yell. I look around, hoping not to startle any infected that could be near.

"Turn around!" The man commands. I stand there, a bit confused. But nonetheless oblige. I turn around with a limp and raise my hands in the air.

"I'm not carrying anything! I'm hurt and in need of some help..." I say, looking around the world. In some sort of way, I was bit comfortable with the thought of them just ending me and taking my stuff. But with not crack in the air, or impact. I slowly peek back. I see the two in a heated argument, but I can't hear anything. For what seemed like forever I hear one of them take a couple steps.

"Drop you knife!" The man demanded, but he still sounded the same. It must be the lady that was walking. I slowly raise my shirt and grab my knife, I then toss it to the side of me. Before long, I feel a barrel on my back.

"Now don't do nothing stupid, got me?" The lady said. Not wanting to piss off the woman with the gun at my back. I nod. I feel her hand rummage around my body, looking for what I'm carrying. Her hand then gets to my wound, and for a second she presses down on it. I wince and look at her. Gazing into her golden brown eyes. For a second, her furrowed brows relaxed, a she let out a small smile.

"Sorry, just had to see if it was real." I nod and she goes back to searching me. A few moments later, she comes around me and stares me down. I'm not to sure what to make of this but she gives me a reassuring nod.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐨. 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩."

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What up peeps. Just wanted to right a ellie reader insert fanfic so here I am. It'll follow the main story with maybe some side stories or stuff. Tell me what you thought of this I guess if you want. Also don't roast me to hard for the photoshop i started giving up at the text and wattpad compresses the hell out of it. But yeah hope you enjoy I'll be seeing you some other time. Cause yeah it'll be slow updates and stuff yknow.