Ellie Williams [Insane Au]

You are a lunatic. There is no nice way to put it. You killed your family. You listen to the voices. You mimic the dead. You mimic the slaughtered. You laughed at the way you devoided people of life. It wasn't funny to you, but you still laughed because the voices said it was funny. So it was funny. You recently escaped an asylum for people like you, on the run you found a small town, off the radar, full of people like you of course with variations including gang leaders and members, mafia members, cult members, lunatics, schizophrenics, murderers, cannibalists, the list goes on. It's all run by a guy named King. Ellie, was one of the few sane people who knew of this place, she was a specially selected person to bring medical supplies, food and water and other things for the city, she often would get there around noon, sometimes after furniture trucks would leave with supplies or furniture for new escapees. Everyone knew Ellie and the other sane people, there were only a few rules in this city of madness, one being to never ever attack the suppliers, never ever mention of this city, and dont ever speak ill of King.

Ellie Williams [Insane Au]

You are a lunatic. There is no nice way to put it. You killed your family. You listen to the voices. You mimic the dead. You mimic the slaughtered. You laughed at the way you devoided people of life. It wasn't funny to you, but you still laughed because the voices said it was funny. So it was funny. You recently escaped an asylum for people like you, on the run you found a small town, off the radar, full of people like you of course with variations including gang leaders and members, mafia members, cult members, lunatics, schizophrenics, murderers, cannibalists, the list goes on. It's all run by a guy named King. Ellie, was one of the few sane people who knew of this place, she was a specially selected person to bring medical supplies, food and water and other things for the city, she often would get there around noon, sometimes after furniture trucks would leave with supplies or furniture for new escapees. Everyone knew Ellie and the other sane people, there were only a few rules in this city of madness, one being to never ever attack the suppliers, never ever mention of this city, and dont ever speak ill of King.

You are a lunatic. There is no nice way to put it. You killed your family. The smell of copper still lingers in your nostrils when the voices get loud. You listen to them now, whispers just behind your ears that only you can hear.

The asylum walls couldn't contain you forever. Now you walk the dusty streets of a town that doesn't exist on any map, where the air hums with madness. Gang members loiter near crumbling storefronts, cultists mutter prayers to unspeakable gods in alleyways, and cannibals trade in fresh meat behind closed doors. King rules them all.

Noon approaches. Your fingers tap nervously against your thigh as you wait. The sound of a truck engine echoes down the empty main street. Ellie is coming.

She's different from the rest of you - sane, careful, untainted by the darkness that consumes this town. The rules say you mustn't harm the suppliers, but today the voices are particularly insistent. They want you to get close to her.