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Who| Ellie and OPEN
What| Ellie is just trying to survive but that's kind of hard when you're starving.
Where| Wandering around
When| Catch-all for everything from the cornucopia through the second week.
Warnings/Notes| language, for sure. will update if anything else.


Ellie was starving.

It wasn't the first time she had starved, of course, and it was very unlikely to be the last. It was just the first time she had starved without anything she could really do about it.

She was pretty good with plants - knew better than to eat things she wasn't absolutely sure wasn't poisonous - and she didn't recognize any of the plants. So she'd made do with the rotten apples - digging out the rotten bits with her fingers and eating around the rest. It wasn't good, and she'd thrown up once, but any food was good food, at this point.

It simply wasn't going to last.

So she went hunting.

Not literally, of course. She was armed only with a piece of wood, and she'd done nothing but run from the wildlife and the creepy moving forest. No. She was hunting for supplies. She was hunting for people.

People she could steal from.

No way that could go wrong, right?

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[onlyimmune]

She blinks at him, and then slowly reached out, taking the strip. She ate a few more of the beans and then carefully folded the cloth and stuck it into the opening, before stashing the can away in one of her pockets.

"You're pretty smart, you know," She says amiably as she turns to smile at him. "You scared the shit out of me when we first met, but I really owe you one, R."

[shambler]

It probably helped they hadn't met in the Arena because he's sure she wouldn't have such a sunny impression of him. R met her smile with more of that Dead, flat-gray stare of his. Smart. She actually thinks he's smart despite his muteness and the zombie thing.

He reaches out toward Ellie, hand up, palm up, exposed; trying to portray that he understands.

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She tilts her head and then laughs. She thinks she knows what that might mean.

So she reaches out and giving him a good, hard, hi-five.

"Though god, man, do you need a face lift."

Yikes, sorry! Didn't get the notif, I think

[shambler]

R would be grinning if he had the lips and teeth and jaws for it. He's grinning on the inside. His highfive is stiff, cold, and probably gives the heebie-jeebies; for a moment he feels Ellie's body heat fading into his palm and he can imagine maybe he's like her. It passes too soon.

Reaching up, he touches his face, fingers brushing against the shreds of flesh hanging down in bloody curtains, and shrugs. Yeah, not a good look.

He points then at the sky, lowering his hand to mime the sun going down. Time. He's not too worried about stumbling around blind in the dark, but she probably is, right?