you're on your own, kid
"I JUST HAVE TO WAIT THREE DAYS. THREE DAYS AND EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL. OR, THREE DAYS, AND I GET TO FINALLY GO ON THAT MISSION I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF."
tlou hbo ff // ellie x fem!oc
i do not own the last of us
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CHAPTER NINE “YEAH, BUT YOU'RE WEIRD”
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NOAH HEARD THE CABIN DOOR OPEN as she rubbed her hands together, really feeling the cold of the winter start to sink into her skin. Despite the fact that she had gloves on, and there was a fire just below them, Noah and Ellie were shivering. Although, the idea that they didn’t have to stay quiet and hidden for too much longer was definitely anticipating. There was a shuffling of footsteps as the door shut, and then the creaking of old floorboards.
“And the gun.” And there was Joel.
Noah ignored Joel’s previous instruction to not look over the railing, turning round and peeking out from behind the cabinet. Ellie, seeing that Noah was doing it, followed her lead, both looking out from opposite sides. There was the old lady sitting in her rocker, she had been pretty nice when they met her, even if Joel had his gun on her the whole time. But now there was an old man as well, his cap still on and his pistol still in his holster.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his voice gruff and firm. Almost reminded Noah of Joel’s voice when she first met him. Kind of exhausted.
“Just someone passin’ through,” Joel replied, stepping out into the view from the second floor, his gun pointing at the old man now instead of the old woman. “Take the gun out, two fingers only, put it outta reach.”
