Ellie wants to run. She doesn't. Her legs seem locked in place. She's never seen a terror like this; the infected have nothing on a fucking... chainsaw face. But then he's close enough for the radio to pick up his words, and she watches, gobsmacked. He seems... like he's talking? Words Ellie can understand, and more importantly, empathize with.

She holds out hope, knowing it will probably get her killed. Her life is worthless, anyway. Curiosity wins out.

"Are- are you... alive?"