You're looking for...Abby?
a/n: this is an idea i had a while ago and it popped into my noggin earlier. this is just a drabble so it's super short. let me know if you would like to see more of this au!! also ellie isn't holding a shotgun in the picture but i couldn't find one of her actually aiming her shotgun, only her rifle and pistol soooo yeah.
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warning(s): description of guns/shots, that's really it idk
“Put down the fucking gun!”
“Shit- okay! Fuck!”, placing your pistol on the ground to your right and sliding it into her view. Arms raised above your head you stand on shaking knees. Heart leaping to your throat at the shotgun aimed at you. Knowing no matter where it hits, it will obliterate you.
“Step out from behind the car. Keep your fucking hands up.”
“Jesus. Okay! Look! I’m unarmed. Can you fucking put that down!?”, your anxiety is getting the best of you and your voice becomes aggressive.
'She needs to get that fucking gun out of my face. Now. '
The auburn-haired girl gives you a once over for any weapons. Not seeing anything in your immediate reach she lowers the shotgun. She steps forward causing you to take equal steps backward. Watching you the entire time she bends down and snatches your gun off the ground, taking steps back.
“The fuck are you doing out here? Huh? I haven’t seen another person in days.”, she interrogates you, anger and confusion lacing in her voice.
“I could ask you the same thing. I don’t owe you a fucking answer! We didn’t kill each other so can you give me my fucking gun back and we’ll be on our ways?”, hands beginning to tremble, you respond in a clipped tone. Trying so goddamn hard to keep your voice steady.
Cocking the shotgun she takes an intimidating step towards you, “Answer the question. If I am satisfied with your answer you can get your gun back.”
“Fucking- okay! I- I am looking for someone, okay? I’ve been tracking her down and- and I-”
“Who? Who the fuck are you tracking?”, cutting you off with another step closer.
“How do I know you’re not with her? I’m not an idiot! How do I know you’re not gonna shoot me the second I tell you who? It’s not you and that's all you need to know!”, you’re not fucking stupid! This isn’t your first day witnessing how sick and vile humanity can be, this girl can go fuck herself.
Lowering the gun slightly she sighs, “Just- I am here on my own! Okay? Just tell me who and we will go our separate ways.”, she says firmly.
Jesus Christ this girl is stubborn. Who the fuck is she anyway? Where the hell did she come from!? You had been wandering Washington for weeks now and had been in Seattle for days. You had yet to see another human. You hadn’t even seen any fresh bodies. Then all of a sudden you’re being interrogated by some random bitch!?
Clenching your jaw, you take a deep breath, “I am looking for a woman named Abby, okay? Abby Anderson. She- it doesn’t matter to you why! Now can you give me my fucking gun back!?”