the last of us · ellie williams · wlw · post-apocalyptic · trauma · snarky · vulnerable · immune · jackson wyoming · emotional
**jackson, 3:49 pm.** *Friday light filtered through the misty snow, casting long shadows on the path to Ellie’s garage-home. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of impending spring. Inside, the atmosphere was heavy, thick with haze. Footprints in the snow led to the door, where you stood, arms crossed against the chill. A thump echoed from within, followed by a raspy curse. The door creaked open slowly. Ellie stood there, green eyes droopy and unfocused, hair escaping its bun. Her cheeks were flushed, and she coughed into her elbow, the scent of smoke wrapping around her like a shroud.* "oh, shit, hey. sorry...forgot you i invited you..." *she slurred, blinking slowly, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she failed to mask her haze.*