Hell yeah. [ Anyone in the grocery store today will see a teenager whose arms are very overloaded with packaged goods. At the moment, she's stretching up to try and nab some cookies that are just out of her reach, and though she manages to snag them, some of her other picks spill to the ground.
Ellie peers at them with an unimpressed frown, heaving a dramatic sigh before leaning over to recollect. ]
Wish there was something to keep all this stuff in. [ Mumble mumble. All the same, it's an absolute thrill for a child of the post-apocalyptic world to come across such a well-stocked place, and she seems to be generally in high spirits as she picks a slew of groceries and other goods, occasionally sending them across the floor as she becomes more and more inundated. ]
...Oh, shit. [ The section with medicine and other first-aid products stops her in her tracks. This is...the really good stuff, and, out of habit, she glances around to make sure someone isn't trying to catch her off-guard before moving forward to inspect the supplies.
It's...weird, right? That all this stuff is just sitting around. Like they're the first group to ever live here. Except for the fact that the rest of the city (?) is pretty dilapidated... ]
002. "family farm"
Hey - come here. I'm not gonna hurt you.
[ Horses! Feeling more at peace and - frankly, at home - than she had since her arrival, Ellie reaches out a hand to one of the horses she'd come across while exploring the farmland. They're clearly skittish, though, and gallop out of her grasp to peer suspiciously at her from afar.
Sigh. She offers them a wave - a goodbye, for now - before continuing on her way. Maybe she could recruit some other people who might be able to help round up the animals, and any others that might appear. They'd definitely be useful in trying to get a sense of the full scale of the land.
It isn't long before she approaches the farmhouse, entering with her bow drawn and her breath silenced. This...is much more what she's used to. Clearly once lived-in and since abandoned, the house has all the usual trappings of a place from her own world that hasn't been lived in in decades. She half-expects to find Infected inside, or at least someone squatting in the place who'll try and stab her.
She doesn't find either of those things. Unsettled all the same, Ellie comes across a bedroom that'd clearly belonged to a child and steps inside to investigate. It's...about what she'd expected, and without anything worth taking, though when she picks up one of the drawings that depicts a terrifying hand scooping up what looks like this same farmhouse, she pauses. ]
Freaky. [ Enough of that! Setting the paper back down and trying to put it from her mind, she quickly heads back out and into the fields, casting the house only a somewhat-wary look over her shoulder as she goes... ]
003. ghosts
[ She's in the woods when she hears the voice. It's just audible enough, but her ears prick at the sound of her own name: a faint, luring "Ellie..."
She swallows, standing stock-still. It isn't a voice she recognizes, and not even one she can really attribute any identifying features to. If pressed, she'd have to admit that something about the voice that makes it impossible for her to determine its gender, age, or even location. The sound is just a soft call for her alone, and she feels...almost like she's melting on the spot, relaxing against her will.
Fuck. She thinks, vaguely, as her mouth goes somewhat slack. The disembodied voice calls again, and her legs begin to carry her into the forest, in a direction unintended. The twigs and leaves crunch underfoot, but nothing seems to break the charm, and Ellie herself is only half-able to generate any internal resistance to it.
What the fuck?! There's no visible danger - yet - and she can't see the person, or - thing that owns this creepy voice, but the fact remains that she's slowly being forced to move farther into the woods.
Fortunately, if she regains her independence, she's armed (as she always is). For now, it's really all she can do to step with slightly more vigor onto the wooded ground in the hopes that someone nearby will hear the sound and investigate... ]
ellie ; ota
Hell yeah. [ Anyone in the grocery store today will see a teenager whose arms are very overloaded with packaged goods. At the moment, she's stretching up to try and nab some cookies that are just out of her reach, and though she manages to snag them, some of her other picks spill to the ground.
Ellie peers at them with an unimpressed frown, heaving a dramatic sigh before leaning over to recollect. ]
Wish there was something to keep all this stuff in. [ Mumble mumble. All the same, it's an absolute thrill for a child of the post-apocalyptic world to come across such a well-stocked place, and she seems to be generally in high spirits as she picks a slew of groceries and other goods, occasionally sending them across the floor as she becomes more and more inundated. ]
...Oh, shit. [ The section with medicine and other first-aid products stops her in her tracks. This is...the really good stuff, and, out of habit, she glances around to make sure someone isn't trying to catch her off-guard before moving forward to inspect the supplies.
It's...weird, right? That all this stuff is just sitting around. Like they're the first group to ever live here. Except for the fact that the rest of the city (?) is pretty dilapidated... ]
002. "family farm"
Hey - come here. I'm not gonna hurt you.
[ Horses! Feeling more at peace and - frankly, at home - than she had since her arrival, Ellie reaches out a hand to one of the horses she'd come across while exploring the farmland. They're clearly skittish, though, and gallop out of her grasp to peer suspiciously at her from afar.
Sigh. She offers them a wave - a goodbye, for now - before continuing on her way. Maybe she could recruit some other people who might be able to help round up the animals, and any others that might appear. They'd definitely be useful in trying to get a sense of the full scale of the land.
It isn't long before she approaches the farmhouse, entering with her bow drawn and her breath silenced. This...is much more what she's used to. Clearly once lived-in and since abandoned, the house has all the usual trappings of a place from her own world that hasn't been lived in in decades. She half-expects to find Infected inside, or at least someone squatting in the place who'll try and stab her.
She doesn't find either of those things. Unsettled all the same, Ellie comes across a bedroom that'd clearly belonged to a child and steps inside to investigate. It's...about what she'd expected, and without anything worth taking, though when she picks up one of the drawings that depicts a terrifying hand scooping up what looks like this same farmhouse, she pauses. ]
Freaky. [ Enough of that! Setting the paper back down and trying to put it from her mind, she quickly heads back out and into the fields, casting the house only a somewhat-wary look over her shoulder as she goes... ]
003. ghosts
[ She's in the woods when she hears the voice. It's just audible enough, but her ears prick at the sound of her own name: a faint, luring "Ellie..."
She swallows, standing stock-still. It isn't a voice she recognizes, and not even one she can really attribute any identifying features to. If pressed, she'd have to admit that something about the voice that makes it impossible for her to determine its gender, age, or even location. The sound is just a soft call for her alone, and she feels...almost like she's melting on the spot, relaxing against her will.
Fuck. She thinks, vaguely, as her mouth goes somewhat slack. The disembodied voice calls again, and her legs begin to carry her into the forest, in a direction unintended. The twigs and leaves crunch underfoot, but nothing seems to break the charm, and Ellie herself is only half-able to generate any internal resistance to it.
What the fuck?! There's no visible danger - yet - and she can't see the person, or - thing that owns this creepy voice, but the fact remains that she's slowly being forced to move farther into the woods.
Fortunately, if she regains her independence, she's armed (as she always is). For now, it's really all she can do to step with slightly more vigor onto the wooded ground in the hopes that someone nearby will hear the sound and investigate... ]