THE END IS NEAR. ➳ ELLIE WILLIAMS.

2/TRADES

Ellie lay obediently silent and questioned why she was so quick to put faith into this girl who was so obviously unhinged. The switchblade was still planted in her attackers thigh and the girl had seemed to have forgotten about it completely. Instead her focus pointed at the thin crack that lay between the door frame and the door itself. The light flickered, revealing the shadowy presence of fear, someone else in the apartment.

"Get under the bed"

The girl on top of her mouthed, taking her hand off of Ellies face and pointing beneath her.

"No?"

Ellie whispered back, shaking her head. She was all for letting the wicked new girl take the strangers inevitable bullets on her behalf, but she still needed information on Abby. Killing everyone she saw would get her nowhere in this city.

"Look, I know what I'm doing-"

Floorboards cracked and buckled somewhere close by and she seemed to read her mind.

"Jesus here, you can take my gun if it'll make you feel safer, and fuck I'll even ask about Abby for you."

She rushed to speak. They both knew the apartment was far from large and soon enough they would be found. Ellie was stubborn, but not stubborn enough to needlessly die just yet. She rolled her eyes, took the offered gun and slipped off the bed, silently lowering herself down onto the floor. As she rolled under the frame, she heard above the girl slowly prying the sunken knife from her leg.

Seriously does this bitch not feel pain or something?  Ellie wondered, but was abruptly pulled from her thoughts as she turned her head to see a pair of boots walking into the room. They were blooded and abused, having survived massacre upon massacre, and even with her disturbed view, she could tell they were worn by someone heavy. They were without question the shoes of a well-oiled killing machine.

Ellie knew. This girl is fucked.

The man stepped closer towards her, burly and tall. His face weathered and his gun brutal.   

"Hands up don't move."

He barked, pointing the muzzle at the cowering girls head.

"Please don't hurt me, I'm just trying to find my brother, Owen. He's with you guys, he says I can join the WLF just like you."

Said the girl, her voice a complete opposite to the one she spoke with before. What was previously a convincing and threatening confidence, was now fragile broken glass.
Still however, convincing.

Of course, how could Ellie be so stupid. She wasn't WLF yet but she wanted in. It was a calculated setup this whole time and she had fallen right into the trap. She wouldn't be surprised if soon the girl offered to trade her for information.
She gripped the pistol tighter. Wondering if it was even loaded at all.

"Yeah I think I know an Owen, but then again, maybe I don't. How much is he worth to you?"

The solider scanned around the room, searching for anything that would be of value to trade with. He started to bend his knees, about to look under the bed when the girl quickly piped up again.

"I don't have much, but I do know how hard it is to be... satisfied, these days."

Ellie, who had been primed to shoot, eased up as the man stood up fully again, his attention now shifted.
What is her game? She thought.

"Now that I can work with."

He laughed, a menacing, ugly laugh. The kind villains had in movies, as they watched the hero writhe beneath their comic torture. The girl leaned forwards and crawled across the bed on her knees, her dirty copper hair falling over her shoulders and her fresh wound leaving maroon marks on the mattress, like a half-hunted dying deer.

"So do you know where Owen is?"

She asked, her face a doe-eyed beam as she knelt up and snaked her arms affectionately around the mans neck.

"Yeah the coward bailed on some mission. Rumour has it he killed his partner for some scar and he hasn't been seen since-"

He smirked and lowered his gun, letting it hang off the strap on his shoulder. He moved his hands to his belt buckle and began undoing it.

"-Probably injured or dead already"
He continued.
"Why don't you just come back with me instead sweetheart?"

The girl pouted and tilted her head. Clearly not as specific an answer as she wanted.

"And Abby? Is she with him too?"

She asked, slowly clicking open a switchblade behind his unknowing head. The same switchblade that 5 minutes prior had been stuck in her thigh.

"The jacked girl? Nah she didn't go with him, no idea about her."

"Well aren't you just fucking useless."

With a sigh she took the knife from behind him and struck it into the side of his neck. Leaving him no time to react as she gripped the handle and pulled the blade through the muscle towards her, almost cutting his head clean off. Blood sprayed thick throughout room as his lifeless body collapsed to the floor with a deep, morbid thud of closure.