survive

Rope, cloth, food; hell, there had to be something useful here. Rummaging through creaky drawers of an abandoned shop, Ellie tried desperately to scavange for something useful to take back to the powerplant. 

“All jus’ crap,” she murmured to herself, frustrated. She had hoped to get in and out fast; she always felt uneasy being alone. 

Before she could even turn around, Ellie heard footsteps outside the shop. ‘Shit,' she thought, turning on her heal before moving to hide behind the main counter. Pulling out her switchblade from her right pocket, Ellie stayed crouched, whilst keeping her blade firmly gripped in her hand.

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