WHEN THE LIGHTS come on Ellie-Marie is willing herself to not puke.
The entire building leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Despite the efficiency of what their little plan will shape up to have she still finds herself stiff as she strides in behind Kirby, arms folding over her chest in a reaction she knows isn't her own. None of them are speaking as they file off to the side, like they're all afraid of their last words being documented as questions that will ultimately mean nothing. Even Kirby is silent up until the second set of doors has locked behind Ellie.
She'd love to know when this existential dread of what may as well be inevitable goes away, but she's not going to voice such a thought aloud. No one needs a vocalization of ‘if this kills one or all of us, who's gonna leave a ghost and who's gonna leave in a bodybag?’ and Ellie isn't willing to put that into the world quite yet. She's never been the pessimist in their group, and while her ankle kisses the threads of skin still hanging onto gauze that hasn't been changed and her skin is still raw from scrubbing her family away, she's not going to let her brain take her there now. If she knew she wouldn't look borderline crazy, she'd give her brain the simple reminder it seems to need: you've done this before. You'll do it again. You don't get to be afraid now.
“I’ve already got the area secured,” Kirby is saying, a voice distant to whatever argument Ellie’s mind is attempting to start. “Once he gets through those doors, both sets are gonna lock him in and create a kill box.”
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THE LEGACY OF MEMORY ; Scream
Fanfiction𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do. And still we fight.