Chapter 2
Ellie remembered seeing Joel die at the town when it was raided, so how is she seeing him again? Mandela Effect? Or... flat out insanity? She didn't know, and stopped caring for a while.
Ellie picked up her trusty switchblade and felt the tip.
WARNING: THIS PART IS GOING TO BE AN EXTREMEMELY SENSITIVE TOPIC ABOUT SUICIDE AND SELF-HARM. READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Ellie cut the tip of her finger on the blade, as she shut her eyes, a high previously unknown to her rushed through her body. The cut gushed with blood. She moved the knife closer to her wrist, and ran the knife along her rough skin quickly. The high was exhilarating now and she started getting light headed. She passed out on the couch two minutes later.
Ellie awoke on a hard, carpet floor. There was a smell of steak or cooked meat in the air.
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Ellie yawned.
"That smells good!"
"I'll be right back, you two. I gotta wake Sam up." Henry said
"Nah, I'll do it" Ellie decided.
Ellie got up and walked to Sam's room
"Sam? You awake?"
"Er... Sam? Hellooo?"
Sam charged at her, groaning like a clicker. That was when she woke up.