survive

indie older!ellie from the last of us

created: july 2013

status: online

currently: open for plotting !

_{“Aha, bingo,” the young woman muttered, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looted the rotting corpse. Two bullets and a single arrow; that would do just nicely. Ellie was down to the last of her ammo, anyway.} 

_{After reloading her weapon, Ellie searched the limp hunter one more time for anything she could scavange, before she slowly stood up from her crouched position. The dark-haired woman then began to amble her way into the next room, dusty floorboards creaking as heavy boots made their way over them. When she finally entered the small living room, big green eyes glanced around the area  for any sort of precious salvage she could get her hands on.} 

_{The room didn’t hold much– a blood stained couch and a standard television; the suns rays casting through the window illuminating the dust covering the screen. Making her way over to the small coffee table, the young woman leaned over to grab an open magazine and began to flick through the pages.} 

_{“What the fuck’s a fall trend?” She frowned, before turning her nose up at the rest of the content. To her, most of the articles were bizarre, and it didn’t take long before she placed the magazine back down on the counter top.} 

_{As green eyes studied her surroundings once more, they soon fell on a small puddle of liquid across the carpet. Fresh blood.} 

_{‘Oh, man.’}

_{Quietly, Ellie moved towards the crimson stained carpet, and when she finally reached it, she wasn’t all too surprised by what she saw.}

_{Another limp body sprawled out behind the cream couch, and to Ellie, it looked as though it hadn’t been that way for very long.} 

          Creak.

                         Creak.

                                         Creak.
_{Green eyes shot to the ceiling as she heard the noise. Was it infected? Military? Hunters? She didn’t know. However, by the state of the body at her feet, whatever it was had obviously not cared much.} 

_{Breathing becoming uneven, Ellie reached for the switchblade in her pocket. The one weapon that she trusted with her life. Creeping towards the wall connecting to the door, Ellie leaned against the damp structure so she couldn’t be seen. With her blade at the ready and rifle loaded, she waited for the source of the noise to appear.}