[h1][center][color=red]Elle[/color][/center][/h1]


[color=red]”Elle. Wherever we are.. whoever put us here sure went through a shit ton of trouble to make it look and feel like a condensed version of home. What part are you from?”[/color] Elle’s hand slid out of her jacket, but she was still suspicious of Martha. She had [i]almost[/i] gotten accustomed to being the last person alive, with very weird benefits, already planning and thinking, then Martha had to go and wreck it. What are her motives? [color=red] “And what’s with the food?”[/color] Now Elle started to wonder that if her theory was right, then the money she’d stashed away now means nothing. To say she was silently pissed off would be an understatement.