It's a few days in, and feeding a group like theirs is no joke, especially when the members aren't used to long periods of near-starvation. Just staying alive is a full-time effort, and Ellie's grateful for the moments when she can afford to goof off a little bit with a friend, even if they're technically doing something useful.

"Fuck yeah, found some of those little cake things," Ellie says from where she's crouched down next to a ruined, dusty rack of an abandoned gas station, picking up those and the chips. Everything's stale, sure, but the calorie-dense sugar is a good find, alongside the several cans they've managed to square away.

"Hey, go long."

She cocks her arm back, and whether she's ready or not, pitches them a few aisles over to her.

She might be stalling; there's a supply closet in the back where she can see the good stuff is probably stored. Painkillers, medical supplies, stuff to make explosives. It's also got some spores crawling up the side of the wall near it, giving a hint of what might also be in there.