Hey everyone! Thanks for the views. I know the first chapter was kind of crap but I plan to make the next few better. Again I'm new to Fan Fiction and writing, so be gentle. I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Naughty Dog and Telltale. By the way, spoilers if you having played either game.

Ellie's POV

It's too quiet. The shop creeks every so often; the wood smells damp and appears a green color. Age really does show in buildings like this, it a wonder how they're still standing. I walk over to a broken mirror on the wall and gaze at my reflection through the cracks. My eyes appear glassy with a sparkle of green, while my hair sways in the breeze. Thick and almost matted, it's a wonder how my auburn hair hasn't fallen out. I notice something about the image I see before me though. It's me and yet it's not me. I see a girl other than myself. Ugh! I shake my head and clear my thoughts as I flip open the switchblade mom left me. Again, my reflection in the blade hits my eye. I sigh before wiping the blade down, ignoring the thoughts in my head. This world is shit and I'm going to beat it, not just for me or Marlene, but for Riley and mom. I owe them both for having to deal with this hell.

Several minutes go by and still nothing. I begin to worry about Marlene, she taking way to long. Just as that thought surfaces, the door creeks open and Marlene collapses on the other side. And then another woman walks in and reaches for Marlene.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I spit as I bring my knife up to attack.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa!" a man exclaims grabbing my wrist tightly.

"It's okay, she's with me," Marlene gasps while climbing to her feet, "Let her go."

I snatch my arm away and focus on the woman. "You're recruiting young, don't you think?" she says.

"She's not one of mine," Marlene replies clutching her stomach. Blood leaks out of a wound just about the belt line as she starts to lean back against the counter.

"Shit! What happened?" worry escapes my voice as I help her.

"Don't worry, this can be fixed," she pauses and looks me dead in the eye, "But I can't come with you."

"Well then I'm staying," I put my foot down. I don't want to leave her.

"Ellie. We won't get another shot like this," Marlene says forcefully.

"Wait," the woman speaks up, "We're smuggling her?"

"There's a crew of Fireflies that will meet you at the Capitol building," Marlene replies.

"That's too far away," the man says harshly.

"You're capable," pain resonates in Marlene's voice, "Hand her off, head back here, and the weapons are yours. Double what Robert sold me."

"Speaking of which, where are they?" the man's smirk is hard and insulting. The woman just wanders around shaking her head.

I study the two newcomers as Marlene talks. The man is pale in color yet older in age than the woman. Brown tufts of hair fall upon his forehead and a light mustache lies under his nose. His brown eyes glisten in the low light as they shift back and forth. He wears a brown shirt with jeans and charcoal colored boots. A machete handle peek over his shoulder as the harness for the sheath hugs his torso. The woman has darker skin, kind of a cocoa color yet still fair with the exception of some scars on her face. She looks slightly younger than Marlene standing shorter with narrow shoulders. She wears a navy blue and white hat with the letter "D" on her head, covering her stringy black hair, which is up in two small ponytails. A black, tattered button down shirt covers a white under shirt that appears dull from what I can see. Her jeans appear a bit baggy on her and yet still not reaching the entire length to her ankles. Her eyes also glisten in the light, but they project a unique color of hazel or maybe amber.

"You'll follow me, verify the weapons, and I can get patched up. But she's not crossing into that part of town," Marlene's voice brings me back into the situation, "I want Clementine to watch over her."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I don't think that's the best thing to do"

"Bullshit! I'm not going with her," I speak over I assume Clementine.

"Ellie…" Marlene says.

Is she serious about this? "How do you know them?"

"I was close with her good friend Kenny. Said if I was ever in need of anything, I could count on her," Marlene admits.

"Was that before or after he left your militia group?" Clementine asks bitterly.

"He left you too. He was a good man."

"Look just take her to the north tunnel and I'll meet you there," the man whispers to Clementine.

"Jesus Christ," she whispers shaking her head once again.

"She's just cargo, Clem."

This is seriously happening? Marlene's going to put my life in the hands of this stranger? "Marlene," I try my best sympathy voice.

"No more talking. You'll be fine," she whispers as she tries to stand, "Now go with her."

"Don't take too long," Clementine whispers to the man, "And you, stay close. Come on."

I guess that's my cue to follow her as she slowly makes her way out of the shop. I can tell already that this will be fun…psh.

A/ N: Each chapter might be somewhat short for a while until I can sort out some aspects. But nonetheless, I love writing this! Question for a future episode to you all, should I use Bill or someone else (if so who?) in the part where they get a car? I know I'm a ways from that; I just want to gage what you guys think. But thanks from the views and give me some reviews. Yalls feedback will greatly be appreciated. Thanks!