To Hell With It; [CA Event]
Ellie may not have been the most active member of the community, but when shit like this happens, why would she want to be? She's heard in passing that this place could be nice, and against what she used to deal with, she was inclined to agree, but at least she had a good idea about what she was dealing with, when it came to the infected. The infected wouldn't blot out the sun. The infected wouldn't take away everything she owns (Save for those books-- man, of all the things the scientists could've left her with, it had to be the worst freaking jokes on the planet--) and drop her in a room and tell her 'good luck'. Most importantly of all, though, the infected wouldn't turn the world around her into something out of a fuckin'... fairy tale on speed.
She never thought she'd say this, but man, she kind of misses the infected.
She had only woken up and looked out the window when she noticed that, yet again, the people who brought her here decided kidnapping still just wasn't enough. How many times were they gonna do this? How did they do this? And what were they getting out of it? Curiosity bit at her as she stared out into the graveyard that was once Sector Three (She swears a fucking giant bat just flew by the window), but knowing full well she won't be getting any answers, she doesn't bother to linger.
Same routine as always-- get the hell outta... well, uh. Hell, she guesses. With that goal well in mind, even though it was vague as nothing else, it doesn't seem to matter where her room mates are, as Ellie slips through the living room out the front door. It's not as if they're all particularly close anyway. Especially not for watching her back in... here. Wherever here is, now.
She starts to regret not checking in as soon as she's down the steps and out in the open, though. Somehow, this place managed to look worse than where she used to be-- and all things considered, that was saying a freakin' lot. The quarantine zone had it's problems, and the world outside it had even more-- but at least it wasn't some endless god damn burial ground. She's heard a lot about cemetaries, and more importantly, what they were used for-- perhaps that's what made them so... creepy. It's gloomy red sky and countless hordes of demon monsters and the sheer massive size of everything notwithstanding. She resolves that she really wants this thing to end sooner than later. If those scientists made her live here, then fuck, they're more messed up than she thought.
If she weren't cut off by the sight of someone, something else in the distance-- something that probably wasn't one of the new found fauna lurking Sector 3, though it's not as if she knew about what was what anymore-- she would've assessed the situation a bit more carefully, at her own pace. She would've been able to decide what to do next, and more specifically, where to go next, without seizing up in concern and reaching for her back pocket in a reflex that hasn't quite left her yet. But no, no, she can't even have that kind of luxury, can she?
Frozen, she stands in dead silence as she stares down the other, who's presumably giving Ellie the same treatment. Until she decides that's enough is enough and breaks the silence, one way or another, it's... painfully quiet. A little too quiet, for a hellish nightmare corpse land. It's relieving to have it come to an end.
"... Hey, over here!" She finally calls out, biting back the urge to wave an arm-- out in the open like this, it felt like a bad idea to draw too much attention to yourself, and after last time, she didn't want to push her luck. "Any chance you know what's happening, or are we both in the dark?"
It dawns on her to ask for directions on the way out, and it'd be best for her if they could lead the way, but. One step at a time. Even if she had something more lethal than the wooden knife in her pocket, the thought of going through this place, alone, was more than a little intimidating. And, uh. She had a bad experience with a graveyard, in one town. A while back. Clickers were everywhere. Joel would tell you all about it.
... Joel prrrobably wouldn't tell you all about it.
