indie older!ellie from the last of us

created: july 2013

status: online

currently: open for plotting !

     ❝ Fuck. ❞

    ♔ — She flicked through her
               old pun book; still in the
               same condition it had 
               been handed to her in.

                 ❝Alright, here you go.

                           –I fear for the calendar, it’s days are numbered.❞

              A few seconds passed
             and young woman 
             squinted at the 
             words before her. 

                               ❝Psh. That’s stupid.❞

          “C'mon, c'mon.”

           "Here we go –“

    “I wish Riley was here to see this.”

       “People only seem to be talking about mushy stuff right now.”

                  [ she puts her earphones in and continues to listen to her music ]

     “Bullshit.”

     [ She’s been trying to count the number of leaves on one of the trees, she’s that bored. That’s what she gets for being on watch all night ]

              “I wish i’d been a pirate.”

    “How can you not like canned peaches?”

        “Fucker.”

     "You see that apple? I betcha’ I can shoot it off your head.“

          “Stay the fuck back!”

    They caught her by surprise. She had not heard the creak in the stairs, the footsteps on the landing. She had been so drawn into the canned goods that were left stocked up in the cupboards that she had not noticed them enter.

        She always hated the rain; the way it pelted down against her skin and soaked through the tattered fabric that covered her. She had been out for most of the morning in hopes of hunting down dinner for the evening. Two rabbits had been pierced with an arrow before the weather decided to deteriorate, but at least she had something that would satisfy the growing hunger that growled in the pit of her stomach. 

       Oh man, finally. A rundown stable was the only form of shelter that welcomed her. The wood looked rotted, and the rain that fell from the sky could not be doing the structure any favors, however Ellie could not care less at this point. She needed somewhere to hold up before the weather decided to stop being so shitty.

   Getting inside was no problem, and after checking the first two stalls for any signs of life, Ellie quickly scurried into the nearest stall and closed the gate behind her. Slipping her backpack from her shoulders, the young woman slid down to the ground before bringing her knees up to her chest. At least it was dry in there.