*This is a fanfic about 23 year old Ellie Williams from The Last of Us. All rights to the character and her likeness belong to Naughty Dog*
In the midst of a collapsing world, two women find themselves thrust together in a fight for survival. Althou...
*If you have Spotify I recommend playing "The last of us by Gustavo Santaolalla for ✨ambiance✨. * * * * I walk alone down an empty street, hoping to find even a scrap of supplies. Large houses line each side. They were once vibrant and full of life, now they stand in various states of decay. Windows shattered, doors hanging on broken hinges, and yards overgrown. My hope begins to dwindle as I think this may have been a waste of my time.
The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and rot, a constant reminder of the world that once was. My footsteps are muffled by the soft ground as I creep closer to a run down light green house with the door kicked in, my eyes scanning for any signs of movement.
Suddenly, I hear a faint noise behind the house. I quickly press myself against the siding. I peer around the corner, spotting a woman sitting on a half-broken bench. She's disheveled, her clothes torn and dirty. I see her wince as she wraps a makeshift bandage around her injured arm.
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The woman doesn't me, she seems to be too focused and frustrated with her injury. "Damn." She says under her breath.
I watch her every movement, trying to not let my presence be known.
As she ties up her last bandage, she slowly pushes herself from the bench but falls a little as she holds her arm.
Almost instinctively I rush out. "A-are you okay?!"
She jumps from my sudden appearance, whipping around quickly. Her eyes lock onto mine, flickering with a mix of fear and suspicion. For a brief moment, neither of us move.
"Jesus Christ-... how long have you been there?" She huffs out, a coldness in her voice.
"Not long..." I say guiltily, my hand hovering over my knife as a precaution.
She eyes me carefully, noticing my hand.
"Why are you here? You got a reason to be following me or something..?" She spits at me with a scowl.
I scoff, "I wasn't following you! I heard something and came to check it out."
She leans against the back of the house, eyeing me suspiciously. "So you just so happened to find me here? It has nothing to do with my arm bleeding all over the place?"
"Oh yeah sorry forgot I'm a bloodhound and can sniff you out," I say sarcastically.
She sighs, clearly not amused. "Oh wow, you're hilarious."
I look at her wounded arm, the blood seeping through the bandage. With my hand still over my knife I ask slowly, "Is that a bite?"
She follows my gaze, looking down at her arm, then back up at me before saying, "What if it was? What would you do?"
