Be All Poetic and Lose Our Minds Together. (The Last of Us)

ch 8

I wake up to a bright light. I guess I slept all day and all night. I start jumping up and down to see if I can get a look at what it looks like outside. There's snow! I shouldn't be too excited, I won't be able to play in it, it's not like I wanted to anyway. It's a little weird that it's snowing, it's not winter.

I look around the room, there's a small skull. It looks like it belonged to a little kid, maybe a baby. "They're fucking sick," I say. I can only assume that they're either hunters or cannibals. It's cold in my room. I walk to the door to see if I can hear anything. I press my ear up to the door and quiet my breathing.

"So where did you find that bitch," one man said with a groggy tone.

"She was just walking, and she looked like she was going to go into one of the houses so I had to stop her," the man who captured me said.

"So what are we supposed to do with her," the first man asked.

"We just kill her, then we do whatever we want. We can keep practicing cannibalism. Then one day we can officially join the cannibals."

They're planning on fucking killing me and eating me!? I have to fight back. I need to get my knife. I get away from the door and search for my backpack. Oh shit, I bet they took it and his it from me when I was out cold on that couch. I just need to fight on my own.

I hear steps walking to my door, I quickly get back into bed and pretend to be asleep. The door clicks to show it's unlocked, the knob turns, and the door opens. The man walks up to me and softly shakes me awake. My eyelids flutter awake again.

"Hey, I never caught your name," the man said sheepishly.

"It's Ellie," I said as I pretend to yawn.

"Well Ellie, my name is Daniel, now get up and get dressed because we have a busy day today," Daniel said.

He exits my room and shuts the door. He didn't lock it. I can't believe he would pretend that he's not going to cause me any harm. He opens the door again and slides my bag into my room. I guess he saw I had extra clothes.

I walk to the door and shut it again. I dig in my bag to see if my knife is still there. Luckily it is. How stupid is he that he can't look for any weapons? I grab the clothes in my bag and sloppily put them on. I toss on my hoodie that I had placed in the bag. I put my knife in a secret pocket, and open the door. I walk into the main room. Today, I will live.