[ The second she hears a voice, she ducks behind a tree. Peeks out furtively, assessing the situation. Woman, mid 20s, maybe late 20s, no visible weapons. Ellie quiets her breathing, ears perked, waiting.
Hell if she's gonna make nice with these people after they dragged her away. I can't be here, not now.
So she waits. Grips the handle of her knife, just in case. ]
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Hell if she's gonna make nice with these people after they dragged her away. I can't be here, not now.
So she waits. Grips the handle of her knife, just in case. ]