backpacking

[ It's fine. Probably. Look at all this loot!

There's not actually all that much loot, sadly, though, and when Ellie catches Joel's eye, he sighs inwardly and nods. She's right. Best to check the whole place, know what they're dealing with, than get distracted and snuck up on. Joel checks his gun one more time for reassurance, then leads the way, crouching low and padding silently along the floor.

The living room is as bare as the kitchen, and judging by the lack of drawers, holds even less promise of useful supplies. But as Joel approaches the stairs, he stops suddenly.

He'd heard something, for sure. Not a clicker, he's almost sure. But a runner, maybe. Or just another person, with who knows what motive and who knows how many friends, moving from one room to another upstairs.

He turns to Ellie, expression tense, and gestures to her gun. Be ready. ]

[ She nods, expression tight with the usual fear. It isn't the same kind of wildness that she'd displayed in the earlier days of their travel into the big, dangerous world, but one that is more intimately acquainted with the threats that they face. She's seen more than enough of the world, and is too smart, to not have a healthy fear.

Ellie readies her gun as they start up the steps, nearly yelping as a raccoon scurries loudly down the stairs, whipping around the corner at the top and scampering past their legs. She lowers the hand she'd clapped to her mouth, heart pounding in her ears as the moment settles back into silence.

"Fuck," she mouths wordlessly, looking with venom at the animal as it retreats. There isn't a follow-up sound immediately, but that doesn't mean no other "living" things aren't lurking upstairs, so she keeps her mouth shut again and offers another nod to proceed. ]

[ Joel snaps his gun up at the sudden movement, recognizing the animal for what it is just in time and barely stopping himself from blowing its head off. He swears quietly, heart hammering as he drops his gun. ]

Shit.

[ Even with the sudden shock, it's a whisper. He shakes his head, closing his eyes, then opens them again to glance at Ellie. You all right? he asks, silently, with an upward quirk of his eyebrows. When she nods, he nods in response, and carries on up the stairs.

The raccoon, it appears, hadn't come with friends. What they do find is the remains of its meal. Joel enters the first doorway cautiously, ears straining for any sound, but what hits him first is the smell.

The woman had been lucky. She'd died in bed, peacefully as far as he can tell, and uninfected. How long she'd been there before the raccoon had found her he couldn't say, but he wouldn't have described her as fresh. He gags, immediately holding an arm up to block Ellie's view and gesturing back to the hallway. ]

Out, get on out.

What? [ What could possibly be in there that she hasn't seen already? Ellie wrinkles her nose - both with disapproval, and at the smell - but does as she's told, hovering in the hall a moment before drifting away to explore the rest of the floor.

There isn't much else to speak of. No more animals or corpses, anyway. She finds a used roll of tape in the jammed drawer of a desk, as well as a partial bottle of hydrogen peroxide in a medicine cabinet. ]

Think we're good. [ Ellie says lightly, wandering back out of the last room as she concludes her search. ] Wanna take a longer look downstairs?

[ Of course, if there's a basement down there, too...there still could be trouble. ]

[ He doesn't answer, just shakes his head and keeps blocking the doorway until she moves away. Then he shuts the bedroom door firmly behind him and follows, not finding much more than Ellie.

Still, it's better than nothing, and he'd rather a nearly-empty house than one teeming with infected or worse. Joel sighs, stowing the rusty, broken blade he'd found in the bathroom, and nods. ]

Might as well.

Y'doing all right? Hungry?

M'fine. [ They live in a semi-constant state of "hungry," "tired," and worse, but she's not one to complain. Ellie puffs out her cheeks and wanders around the lower floor, peeking cautiously behind a door (broom closet) or two (stacked washer and dryer) before finding one down into a basement. ]

After you. [ She offers in a semi-sing-song tone, moving aside to allow Joel to pass. There aren't any sounds coming from the bottom of the stairs, so hopefully additional supplies are all they find. ]

[ Joel watches as Ellie wanders away, making a mental note to - Well, to do something. Maybe he can find some kind of treat around here, or in the next place. Maybe Tommy has some kind of secret stash.

She's too skinny, and better at saying I'm fine and not complaining than any kid should ever be.

When she calls him, he nods in acknowledgement, and steps forward to lead the way down the stairs, testing each step cautiously before putting his weight on it. ]

Careful - some o'these steps look near rotted out.

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