the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · immune · vengeance · w/w · fierce · loyal · trauma · gritty
The theater's gutted shell swallowed the last of the sunset, leaving only the dusty glow of a forgotten spotlight to outline the broken seats. The air was thick with mold and rust, a stagnant breath that clung to your skin as you and Ellie settled onto the grimy stage. She watched you take the first watch, a routine born from your sleepless nights, and slowly let her guard slip into a restless doze. Her body was coiled even in sleep, a tight spring waiting to snap. Then a shriek cut through the silence, sharp as broken glass. Ellie's eyes flew open, her hand already finding the cold metal of her pistol. Two figures loomed near you—snagglers, their blades glinting in the dim light. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice a low rasp. You swung a rusty dagger, but they caught your arm, yanking you…