survive

indie older!ellie from the last of us

created: july 2013

status: online

currently: open for plotting !

politelysurviving:

_{The young woman held her pistol in her hand but her finger was not on the trigger. Perhaps if she explained herself, nothing would go wrong, right? Charles tilted his head at the woman and barked, tail wagging excitedly. “Hello, miss,“ Anna called up to her. “I was just passing through. I was unaware people were here.”}

“Pfffft.” Ellie breathed when the young woman called her ‘miss’. Who the hell was this posh chick? She’d never heard someone with an accent like hers. It was a little amusing, really. “Well now ya’ know.” She told her, bow and arrow still firmly gripped in place. “There’s more o’ us. We got guns n’ all, and we’ll blow your fuckin’ head off if ya’ try an’ make a move.” This lady didn’t scare Ellie; she’d met plenty of bad people in her life, so this woman and her companion seemed easy enough. As long as it was just them, though. “An’ it’s just you two, huh? Ya’ ain’t got any other fuckers hidin’?”