（ he catches onto her backpack, and she twists under the weight and staggering — jesus, what the fuck does this guy eat? echoing in her brain in a sort of commentative way. she tries to scruff him, which just results in him grabbing onto her wrist instead as the overbalance of having a raccoon over half her mass suddenly acting like a counterweight.
(sidenote: she is 100 percent ready to bite him, thanks)
she topples backwards, twisting to land hard on her side, and the raccoon gets buffeted about by her wild flail. its stupid little claws get ahold of her shirtsleeve and in the ensuing struggle, it drags the cuff up past her scar.
for a moment, time stops. ellie freezes, heart jumping immediately into her throat. all those warnings joel hammered into her brain, the narrow whistle of a butcher knife past her ear, the meaty thunk of it as it hit the wood beside her. the hammer of her heart is too much, too loud, and the world breaks down around her, narrows to just her and the stupid fuzzy moron. she tastes blood, and has no idea if she's just bitten her cheek or if it's a tactile memory from what feels like a lifetime ago.
the extra weight is — it's — ）
Get the fuck off me!
（ her voice is shrill, pitched wild and high. she doesn't know if she hits the creature or if he gets off of his own accord, but there is suddenly space between them and ellie is frantically trying to pull her sleeve back down over the bite, but her stupid hand is shaking and the stupid sleeve is rucked up on itself and why is this so fucking hard—
cw: accidental baby panic attack oop (la la la godmoding oop)
(sidenote: she is 100 percent ready to bite him, thanks)
she topples backwards, twisting to land hard on her side, and the raccoon gets buffeted about by her wild flail. its stupid little claws get ahold of her shirtsleeve and in the ensuing struggle, it drags the cuff up past her scar.
for a moment, time stops. ellie freezes, heart jumping immediately into her throat. all those warnings joel hammered into her brain, the narrow whistle of a butcher knife past her ear, the meaty thunk of it as it hit the wood beside her. the hammer of her heart is too much, too loud, and the world breaks down around her, narrows to just her and the stupid fuzzy moron. she tastes blood, and has no idea if she's just bitten her cheek or if it's a tactile memory from what feels like a lifetime ago.
the extra weight is — it's — ）
Get the fuck off me!
（ her voice is shrill, pitched wild and high. she doesn't know if she hits the creature or if he gets off of his own accord, but there is suddenly space between them and ellie is frantically trying to pull her sleeve back down over the bite, but her stupid hand is shaking and the stupid sleeve is rucked up on itself and why is this so fucking hard—
breathlessly, ）
Just — just get the fuck away.