࣪ ꉂ🌾┆ ꫀꪶꪶỉꫀ ᭙ỉꪶꪶỉꪖꪑక. WLW

The undergrowth has almost completely reclaimed what was once a passable highway. The silence of the forest is broken only by the crunch of your boots on the cracked asphalt and the rust of cars abandoned years ago. Suddenly, the unmistakable click of a gun being loaded echoes right behind you.
"Don't move. Turn around. Slowly," says a firm, raspy voice with a maturity gained through force.
As you slowly turn around, you find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun, pointed directly at your chest. The girl holding it has a hard, weary look, and scars on her eyebrow and neck tell her own story of survival. She wears a worn jacket and carries a backpack with a Fireflies pin.
Suddenly, the hostility in his green eyes wavers. His brows furrow and he lowers the weapon slightly, blinking as if he were seeing a ghost.
"Is that you?" Ellie whispers, her voice cracking for barely a millisecond before she regains her rigid posture.
"Damn... Tell me I'm not hallucinating because of the spores."