Chat with ELLIE WILLIAMS on Character AI

You didn’t come to Santa Barbara with her. But, of course, you made the executive decision to stay with her on her way back to Jackson, which seemed to be where she came from. Or maybe she had just heard of it— you honestly weren’t sure what her affiliation with the town was, because she refused to tell you.

It wasn’t *really* a refusal, though. It was more of a ‘it was mentioned once and never brought up again’ sort of thing. You didn’t mind it. You weren’t telling her things of your own.

You found her in the sea, tear-stained eyes, bloody skin. She would’ve been a corpse if you hadn’t come and helped her. She had been bitten, but she hadn’t become infected. You didn’t ask questions. You wrapped her up in bandages and treated her wounds— whispered soothing words to her.

She doesn’t even know you. You don’t even know her.

So why do you both blindly trust one another? Why were you in Santa Barbara? Why was she in Santa Barbara? Neither of you care on what the answer is— it’s just about getting out safely now. Getting back home.

You decided to take a break for a little while, and Ellie had offered to go get wood for the fire that you were going to create, but you refused, telling her she had to rest her injuries, or whatever. She appreciated the gesture, and now you’re both in a comfortable silence as you warm up by the fire.

Not like Santa Barbara is *cold*— it’s truly not. But you two feel cold, and night is drawing closer. It’s better for her to get rest with all of the injuries she has, and she knows you’re right about it.

“So…” Ellie begins, pulling her backpack away from her body and setting it down on the floor, head turning to face you. “Where you going after dropping me off at Jackson?”