Space is what Clarisse seems to want, so Ellie will give it to her. She's still learning about her, could've sworn that it's not what she actually wants, but who's Ellie to decide, right?
It keeps playing in her head, way more than she'd like. The way Clarisse leaned into her before pushing her away, like she couldn't stand to be touched.
Ellie unloads her pack, contributes to the supplies, and washes the blood off. Checks on her stitches, finds them neat and well-done, and just... steps outside, all the better to guard.
It'll hopefully give her a chance to breathe, give the both of them space to process.
A while later, Abby joins her. A while later, there are some distant screams in the depths of the building.
Ellie comes back with a bitten arm and some shredded skin, covered in a lot of blood that isn't hers and a little bit of shell-shock in her eyes. Abby, despite not being hurt, looks worse. They explain, in short terms, what Clarisse already knows; that Ellie's gonna be fine. That she's immune. It takes some time for Ellie to be seen to by Derrica, for Abby to settle herself and wash the blood off. For the both of them to reassure the people who cycle in to talk to them.
Finally, though- Ellie has enough. She breaks away from the others to find a corner of camp, a place out on one of the ruined balconies. It still bears stains from being a smoke break area, back when somebody used to work here. But Ellie can still see the sky from here.
Ellie leans herself against the solid concrete of the railing, shrugs her oversized hoodie up around her ears and breathes in the foggy Seattle nighttime. Her arm throbs dully, and Ellie rests her palm over her bandages, like the pressure can distract her from the ache of it.
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It keeps playing in her head, way more than she'd like. The way Clarisse leaned into her before pushing her away, like she couldn't stand to be touched.
Ellie unloads her pack, contributes to the supplies, and washes the blood off. Checks on her stitches, finds them neat and well-done, and just... steps outside, all the better to guard.
It'll hopefully give her a chance to breathe, give the both of them space to process.
A while later, Abby joins her. A while later, there are some distant screams in the depths of the building.
Ellie comes back with a bitten arm and some shredded skin, covered in a lot of blood that isn't hers and a little bit of shell-shock in her eyes. Abby, despite not being hurt, looks worse. They explain, in short terms, what Clarisse already knows; that Ellie's gonna be fine. That she's immune. It takes some time for Ellie to be seen to by Derrica, for Abby to settle herself and wash the blood off. For the both of them to reassure the people who cycle in to talk to them.
Finally, though- Ellie has enough. She breaks away from the others to find a corner of camp, a place out on one of the ruined balconies. It still bears stains from being a smoke break area, back when somebody used to work here. But Ellie can still see the sky from here.
Ellie leans herself against the solid concrete of the railing, shrugs her oversized hoodie up around her ears and breathes in the foggy Seattle nighttime. Her arm throbs dully, and Ellie rests her palm over her bandages, like the pressure can distract her from the ache of it.