survive

indie older!ellie from the last of us

created: july 2013

status: online

currently: open for plotting !

toofuckinglucky:

_{This had been covered brilliantly by his training manual. But just how it had been covered didn’t exactly please him. No lowering your weapon, no risking being shot at. He’d been taught that no, if you are facing a potential enemy, you are going to keep that damn gun. You’re going to make them back down. But he doubted that would be of much use. He had no idea where he was or who that woman with a bow and arrow was.} 

_{He had his SOCOM, he had a good five knives left. But getting into a fight would be too much for him, it would be plain stupid to start a fire fight in an unfamiliar area and in his condition. “…keep it ready to fire but lower it? I’m not gonna step in front of a damn arrow!” he replied, letting out a small huff.}

_{Maybe he could make his way over to another tree.. slowly sneak closer to her and take that bow away. But his boots would probably give him away rather quickly and increase the risk of being shot at, which he really didn’t feel like. At all.}

_{One of his hands travelled to his gun, the other to the knives strapped to his other thigh, resting there without pulling either. That way he’d be faster to pull a weapon but not tempted to shoot or throw a knife without a proper damn reason.}

Was this really how it was going to play out? Were the two just going to squabble over lowering a damn weapon? Ellie knew that disaster was prone to strike when you did not protect yourself. Yes, she was aware that when it came to the infected she was immune; those fuckers creeped her out, but she was someone that didn’t succumb to the brutal and harsh reality of turning. Despite that, though, she was in no way immune to a gun shot or a knife being stabbed in her side.

Taking another small step forward as he spoke, Ellie tried to search desperately for a body that belonged to the voice.

 Nothing.

All she saw was the lush, towering trees in her way. “Ya’ got an advatage ‘ere. You see me, I can’t see you… Shit, just come out ‘fore infected find our asses.” If a Clicker was shambling about out there it would hear them; and that was something Ellie just didn’t need right now. She planned to leave Tommy’s, kill some game and get back, all the while being quick and quiet. Not this.