indie older!ellie from the last of us

created: july 2013

status: online

currently: open for plotting !

   _{“What happened when the knight had his legs cut off?}

                         _{—-He was de-feet-ed.”}

   _{“Alright. Guess i’m not gonna be sleeping tonight.”}

    _{❝Augghh, this is so stupid.}

         _{—..I wish things could fix themselves❞}

  _{❝Aw, man. Are you kiddin’ me?❞}

_{❝Okay, time to lighten the mood–❞}

             _{❝What do you call a fake noodle?❞}

               _{❝An impasta! Umm–}❞

_{“Fuck this–”}

_{No– this didn’t look right at all. Green orbs glimmered with confusion as she attempted to pinpoint her precise location, however, the immune failed to do such a thing. She was, quite simply, lost.}

                   _{‘Just stay calm, Ellie. Everything’s cool.’}

_{It was during these moments when she had desiderated to travel with someone to salvage supplies– at least she would feel slightly more at ease in this current situation.} 

     _{“C'mon, bud,” she turned on the heel of her boot, adjusting her backpack strap with nimble fingers as she advanced towards her horse. “There’s nothin’ for us here.”}

_{Abruptly, an unatural sound nearby caused her head to snap over her shoulder; her hues glancing from side to side, trying to spot the cause of the noise.} 

_{“I’ll be right back,” the words left her lips in a soft tone as she turned to her horse briefly. Swiftly, she pulled a single arrow from her backpack, placing it against her bow and drawing the weapon only slightly– the blade facing the uneven terrian beneath. Her heart thumped against her chest like a drum, but Ellie still decided to try and locate the source of the noise. If it was a hunter then it would be better to send an arrow between its eyes now, instead of having them follow her all the way back to the powerplant.} 

_{“Oh-uh, ok. Did you hear about the fire at the circus?”}

_{“It was in tents—”}

_{“In tents? Intense? Alright, i’m done… for now.”}

_{“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.}