@aintashes : 036. a long, winding road .
her feet burn, a fire working up her ankles and past her calves, growing with every step. ❝ ugh this is taking forever. ❞ ellie shifts the gun slung around her shoulder, doing what she can to lessen the pressure of it digging into her. the road ahead of them is long, the path behind them even longer, and no matter how much she strains her eyes, between the fog and winding asphalt, she just can't seem to find the end.
she's usually not one to complain, especially when she's not alone, but it feels like they've been walking for ages and there's nothing to show for it except for a blossoming hole in her converse and blisters on her feet. ❝ how far did you say this warehouse was ? ❞ it's part supply run, part clearing — infected are beginning to move, and there's reports of them swarming a warehouse near alexandria. or supposedly near alexandria. ellie is beginning to doubt it's there at all.
she blows a loud raspberry, hopping a little as she shifts her weight, ❝ you've like ... seen this place before ... right ? we're not chasing some dud of a rumor that's gonna lead us to jack shit ? ❞
