The Best Of Us. (Ellie X Male Reader)

Seattle Night 3(Two).

Inside the emergency safe bunk, Wolves civilians are anxious, panic, scared.

Children crying, others are praying, while some who used to fight against the enemy before retiring are having flashbacks about the terrors from outside the wall.

"God dammit. We're already out of manpower because of the invasion. And now we got an army of infected coming through? What the fuck?" One of the soldiers who's the last line of the defense complaint.

"Mel is definitely on to something here. She's rioting against us."

Thier conversation caught the attention of an elderly.

"Mel? Is Mel back here?" The old man approaches them slowly. And tired.

It was Mr. Alvarez. Manny's father. He knows that Mel is a great friend of his son, and hearing her name sparks his interest.

The two turn towards him.

"Yeah. But don't get your hopes up. She's not who we think she was."

Mr. Alvarez tilted his head slightly, confused by his statement.

"How's the situation over there? Over." One of them talked to the walkie talkie.

"Yankee one are securing the hallways on the floors. Over."

"Copy that. What about Yankee two? Over."

Yankee was the unit tasked to protect Soundview Stadium during Isaac's absence. And them being the only units left, is troubling.

No response from the defense team, he inquires again.

"Yankee two, respond. Over."

With no call back from the first line of the defense, the civilians started to panic.

"Are we gonna die?"

"No!! I don't wanna die!"

The safe bunk isn't so safe with the inner turmoil from the civilians.

The two guard are trying to control the situation.

"We're not sure if they're out yet. Maybe they drop the talkie. Now everyone please stay calm."

"No!!! Let me out!" One of th push through. "I'll drive the car away from here!!"

"No!"

"It's too dangerous!"

"Not any better than being trapped in here!"

The guard pushed down the man in front, sending him back knocking Mr. Alvarez to the floor.

He then pointed gis gun at them.

"Don't do anything stupid!" No one would with the gun aiming at them. Try just stared in fear.

Before he could say anything, the walkie talkie received a transmission.

"Hello? Hello?"

"What are you doing##"

Some chatting can be heard from the other line.

"The fuck is that?"

"No clue." He later respond to the walkie talkie. "Yankee one. Yankee two. Respond. Over."

"Yankee one is here. Over."

Yankee two however, didn't. At least, not the members.

"Yankee? Ugh. No wonder you guys suck."

Now that's an odd reply.

Few minutes ago.

"Jesse!!"