ellie williams oneshots. (ellie x fem reader)

1: "Don't Shoot!"

・You were on your daily patrol for Jackson, when you are suddenly being held at gunpoint by a strange woman, and things seem to go well. Until...・

Warnings: Strong language, self-harm, violence, suicide, blood, lots of angst. There are minor spoilers in this chapter.

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You were walking through an abandoned store, when you hear glass crunch. You grabbed your knife, sneaking towards the noise coming from behind a counter. You held your breath at the smell of human rotting flesh, and along with that you see a clicker eating away at their body. You slowly make your way around the counter, grabbing the clicker by it's neck. You swear under your breath when the clicker starts to scream, alerting other infected in the area. You quickly slice the clickers neck, blood dripping down your face. 

Infected were quickly pouring into the room, and you had ran out of bullets thanks to the bloaters you had ran into earlier. The infected were mostly runners, which was bad, like really bad. You could barely run, after a group of stupid teenagers from some random group, jumped you. One of the motherfuckers got a good slice down your leg, making it hurt like hell to take one step. 

You searched for any possible escape, but no signs. Your only chance was to run. So you did—well you tried. It really was not a good idea, you had the pace of a snail at this point. 

Suddenly you feel something tackle you to the ground, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You see a runner attempting to bite away at your neck, getting closer with each attempt. You thought that you were fucked at this point. You couldn't reach your knife due to the runner who's on top of you, and your bullets had ran out. You were bracing yourself each time the runner lunged for your neck, you prayed that for some miracle, someone would save you.

And I guess someone heard you. 

You open your squeezed shut eyes, to the noise of gunfire echoing through the room. You feel the runners head explode, blood dripping down your face. You push the runner off, and try to catch your breath. You look around the room for  the cause of the gunfire, when you feel someone breathing down your neck. Along with that, a barrel of someone's gun being pointed towards your forehead. 

"You're fucking welcome." A cold, sharp woman's voice rang through your ear, sending shivers down your spine at the tone. You didn't say anything, and you are now being pinned against the wall by this woman, giving you the chance to analyze her face. It was an auburn haired girl, with forest green eyes, freckles peppered all over her face—she was really pretty you had to admit. But that didn't quite excuse the fact that you are being held at gunpoint. 

"Who are you?" The girl asked. You hesitate to answer, searching for the best words to use. "Y/N. I-I was just doing my daily patrol, and then I got chased by those fuckers." You reply, as the girls eyes stare at you with the coldest look. She doesn't reply to your answer, and you can only guess what happens next. 

Her gun was still pointed at you, and with the silence filling the room, you feel your anxiety raise to the roof. Your skin was practically crawling, your eyes were starting to water at the tension spilling over you. Was this really it? No- it can't be. She has no reason to shoot you yet, right? You haven't even told her where you came from. The woman's breathing suddenly heavier, and you hear her click the safety on her gun off. Your eyes widened, and your hands began to shake. You still had so much to live for—fuck you were only 18. It couldn't end like this, your life couldn't end to some fucking girl who had no reason to kill you. The blood pounded in your ears, you were waiting anxiously for her actions to be done. You decided to break the silence, considering that might be the only chance you might have to live.