running through the woods
running through these shots, trying to SURVIVE a day. "
indie older!ellie from the last of us
created: july 2013
status: online
currently: open for plotting !
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Ellie was not afraid to kill. If she wanted to see another day then she had to endure an eternity of crimson stained fingertips, but that was the price she was willing to pay if it meant keeping those she cared about safe for a little longer. If an asshole posed a threat, Ellie would intervene without hesitation. It was that simple.
The woman kept her arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes narrowing at the male before her. Psh, of course she was fun, sometimes, but she didn’t believe for one second that this man was not going to kill her, not when she had no reason to trust him.
❝ Oh really? Sounds like bullshit to me. ❞
Her glare wavered slightly; perhaps it wasn’t the best way to answer back, especially to someone whom she wasn’t well acquainted with. One arm fell to her side, her hand closer to her pistol, and green eyes glanced back towards him.
❝What do you want? ❞
Rejects.
You don’t waste food on what’s already dead. A fucking waste.
Instead, you give them a final image. An image of what they can’t
have while the barrel of his gun was aimed and his finger primed on
the trigger.
It’s fucking easy.
one.
two.
three.
Only there’s a noise that sensitive ears hear, a noise that he can discern
from the usual background noise of the Rook Island’s jungles.
“AY! I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE~!”
“Get the FUCK out here, Bambi.”
♔ — Fuck.
Ellie only had two rounds left, and she knew that wouldn’t get her far, so her best option right now was to hide. With her back pressed up against the cold bark of a tree trunk, the young woman listened to what the male had to say.
“What the fuck’s wrong with this guy?” She muttered to herself.
Hazel optics glanced around frantically, trying to search for a better place to hide. There was no way Ellie was just going to walk out there and surrender; she wasn’t going to make it that easy.
