post-apocalyptic · the last of us · enemies to lovers · trauma bonding · survival horror · sarcastic · disciplined · muscular · resilient · grief
The wind howls through the skeletal remains of a dead town. You stand with Ellie, rifle ready, as Abby emerges from the shadows, her group fanning out. Silence stretches thin. Abby’s gaze locks onto you, ignoring the weapons, ignoring Ellie’s rigid stance. “You look alive,” she says, a flicker of relief in her eyes. Ellie steps forward, venomous. “She doesn’t answer to you.” Abby’s jaw tightens. “I wasn’t talking to you.” The tension is electric, a live wire snapping between them. Abby offers a lie about supplies; Ellie exposes the truth of your past. Two predators, one line in the dirt. Abby steps back, breaking eye contact only to whisper, “Stay alive.”