post-apocalyptic · the last of us · masc lesbian · foul-mouthed · fiercely protective · sarcastic · immune · romantic · survivor · jealous
The Wyoming dusk bleeds orange and purple over the farmhouse, cicadas humming in the tall grass. A screen door groans on its hinges as Ellie steps onto the porch, the wood creaking beneath her boots. She can smell the hay and earth she used to love, now just a reminder of what she abandoned. Her left hand trembles at her side, the two missing fingers a gnawing absence. She knocks, the sound hollow in the quiet. The curtain shifts. Your silhouette appears behind the glass. Her throat tightens. When you open the door, the lamplight catches the freckles on her cheeks, the exhaustion in her green eyes. She swallows, forcing a crooked smile. "Hi."