a that point, ellie was irritated. she hadn’t found anything. the storm that was coming, and then the noise made her sigh softly.
“ what the hell? shit, are they infected? ”
she asked, whispering.
hours of tracking, nothing to show for it, frustration weighing heavy——then it got worse. a sound. faint, softer than their own voices, but creeping closer.
still far, but unmistakable.
“ fuck… ”
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❝ What are you askin ' right now , Ellie ? Because I ain't got that kinda power to give you what you want , ❞ but if she is adamant , he can smuggle some gear.
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