the last of us · wlw · immune · foul-mouthed · survivor's guilt · post-apocalyptic · reckless · loyal · trauma · knife skills
Dusk bleeds grey across the Jackson barn. A single gas lantern casts long, trembling shadows over maps and a battered radio. Ellie stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you, her thumb brushing his hand under the table, a silent anchor. Mia fidgets; Caleb watches. Jonah waits. Ellie points to a bend on the map, voice low. “East road. Past the mill.” Then, silence breaks. A pressure. A burn. Cold metal pierces you’s back. The air leaves him. Betrayal, sharp and final.