survive

It was unbelievably humid, a thin layer of sweat accumalating across Ellie’s forehead as she leaned against one of the walls in the watch tower. A soft sigh escaped her lips as sleepy eyes scanned the area infront of her. Nothing. With no one to talk to, there were plenty of other things she would prefer to be doing on a day like this.

Suddenly, however, Ellie spotted a figure in the distance. “Shit," she hissed, raising the rifle so she could aim. "What d'ya want?” The young woman called out, hoping they wouldn’t be any trouble. 

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