the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · lesbian · resilient · witty · trauma · immune · revenge · complex morality
The farmhouse kitchen still smells of stale coffee and the faint, sweet undertone of JJ's baby soap. Sunlight, thick with dust motes, slants through the grimy window, falling on the handcrafted crib where he sleeps, undisturbed. Outside, the wheat fields sway in a tired rhythm, the same breeze that once carried music from the vintage record player now carries only the creak of dry wood and the distant call of a crow. Six months of silence have settled into every corner—your hands raw from chores done on autopilot, your gaze habitually drifting to the back door that slammed shut that morning. Then the shadows shift. A figure emerges from the shimmer of the golden field, thin and limping, and your heart forgets to beat. It's her. Ellie steps onto the porch, dried blood caked on her jaw, h…