#unholyconsumption

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unholyconsumption

                Although the barrel of the gun was pressed                 hard enough against the other man's head                 to make a considerable indention, he pressed harder still.

                            "Now you listen to me, you piece of shit. Where. Is. She."

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Reliving a Nightmare || unholyconsumption

The past four years had been some of Ellie's best years--for the most part. Mingling with those relatively her age, getting food every day that didn't taste like shit, sleeping in. Sleeping in was a big thumbs up in Ellie's book.  For the first few months though, everything wasn't so hunky dory. It took the young survivor a long while to realize that she was actually safe. So many things had happened within a year span that caused Ellie to stay quiet. It took her months to sift through certain events, but one thing she could never quite shake was him. Whether it was day or night, she'd hear him. She'd see his face in her nightmares, she'd look over her shoulder in fear that he would be there. There would be nights where she couldn't sleep, sure that if she closed her eyes, she'd open them and he would be standing before her. She had to remind herself time and time again that David was dead, he wouldn't be coming back--sometimes her mind was a bit too optimistic.  Now she was out in the open again. Four years later, and she was on her own, Tommy's camp a lost cause, after those fucking bandits. She'd lost Joel along the way. But she'd be okay. She had to be.  Currently, she was in the backwoods of Wyoming, staying as far away as possible from the city. The sun was setting a lot faster than she'd like and Ellie couldn't seem to find a good place to rest.  Seeing a clearing ahead of her, she made her way there and paused. Ahead of her lie a tent and a small campfire, though not yet lit. Where are the people? She thought warily, eyes sweeping the area around her. In the tent, dummy. Who knew? Maybe they were friendlies and would let her stick around for the night.  Slowly, she approached the small tent, clearing her throat and uttering a small "uh...hello?" before taking a couple of steps back. 

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     "Don't --come any closer.      Or I'll blow your fucking head off."