paradisa | 2nd Arrow [Dictated]

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2nd Arrow [Dictated]

[So this is the first time Ellie's doing up a post of her own to the weird journal things. Even after being in Paradisa for a few weeks now, it's still a real fucking weird method of communication, but she can't keep complaining about it when this is the best way to get in contact with everyone.]

Okay, so, quick question. Does anyone around here know how to make a bow? And arrows too, I guess. I'd like to have more than just a gun and a knife if things go to hell here, but I do not trust this weird magic shit with a weapon, no matter how simple it is.

I'm not asking anyone to make it for me. Just... show me how. It'd be a gigantic fucking help.

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[OH HEY she knows that name.]

I'm Ellie. And... you're Lee's Clementine, aren't you?

Yes! You know Lee?

Yeah, he was one of the guys that helped me out when I first got here; guess I owe him. I've met Ben, Carley, and Molly too.

[Good people. If she hadn't been with Joel, Ellie'd probably be a little jealous that she couldn't have a group like that.]

Lee told me if I ever needed help, I should get in touch with you.

Oh! They're all from my world, mmhmm.

[Lee is obviously her favorite, so she doesn't mind him volunteering her to help.]

He's right. Lee's good to go to when you need help, too.

Yeah, he seems like a pretty good guy. He put up with all my freaking out, so he definitely gets points for that.

Really... your whole group seems pretty good. Must've been nice, traveling with all of them.

[For a while, at least. Ben did tell her that their numbers dwindled in the end...]

He's good at calming people down.

It was. There used to be a lot more of us, though, but...

But... shit happens, right? I sure know how that feels.

You do?

[There's a moment of silence before Ellie speaks again, and when she does, her voice is a bit quieter.]

When me and Joel - the guy I was traveling with - were in what was left of Pittsburgh, we ran into two guys. Brothers, Sam and Henry. Their goal was the same as ours, so we decided to team up. They were pretty nice, so everything wasn't bad until we got out of the city.

[They should have expected something. It was too damn quiet in the suburbs.] We... got attacked by a pack of Infected. We escaped though, and we all made it to a safe house. We ate, we talked, then we all went to bed.

Turns out Sam was bitten during the attack. [There's another pause, because fuck, she's never talked about this before. Even Joel didn't want to talk about it, so this was just one more thing she had kept bottled up inside.] He didn't tell anyone, so we didn't realize he turned until it was too late.

Oh.

[She thinks about the motel, their escape. The chaos, the shooting, the infected breaking in. Duck, pale and sickly in his mother's arms.

She misses Duck.]

I know people that turned, too. It's scary.

It is. Especially when they attack you.

[Ellie has seen many horrifying things in her journeys. She won't deny that she's been traumatized by some of that shit, especially everything that had gone down in the resort town in winter. But being attacked by an Infected Sam will always be one of the most horrifying things that happened to her, because it so cruelly reminded her of the event three weeks before the start of her journey...]

And knowing they're not in there anymore isn't enough to stop how horrible that feels.

Yeah. I guess that's the only good thing. It's not them anymore.

[That... actually makes Ellie pause again. Because that makes her think of that conversation she had with Sam, the night before everything went to hell...]

I guess it's easy for you guys to say that, since your monsters are dead when they come after you. Ours are still alive, so... some people think that the people they were before aren't entirely gone.

... that's terrible.

[She doesn't even want to consider anything like that.]

It is.

[And she's seen two people she considered friends turning into those things. It's horrifying, but more than anything, it hurts to see that happen.]

I try not to think that way, though. I mean... they're monsters now. They're crazy. There's no way they could still be in there.

[Sometimes it's hard to keep believing in that.]

Yeah. It's better that way.

[...]

It still really hurts having to kill the ones that were once people you knew, though.

[Clem feels a knot in her throat.]

It's... kinder, though. If you can do it before they turn. So they don't have to be afraid.

... Yeah. But there are people who hide it. Or... people who can't be put out of their misery, for some reason or another.

[Or people who want to turn, but she's not ready to go into that much detail. Not yet. She's not sure Clem will understand, anyway.]

Or people who still have things to do.

[So they hold on until they're pale and sickly and pass out in the middle of a herd of walkers.]

[That... seems oddly specific. The three people she knew that turned (or at the very least were Infected) all seemed resigned to it, so to still try doing whatever it is you were doing....]

Did you know anyone like that?

Yeah. I do.

[Thanks to spending all that time around Joel, Ellie's learned that if someone doesn't specify what they're talking about in response to her prodding, even more prodding probably won't work well at all. Lucky Clem.]

... I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

At least we both kind of get it.

Yeah. I get that all the people here probably went through their own weird shit back home... but it's still nice to be able to talk to others who understand what you're going through. Makes things feel a bit less strange.

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