the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · older sister · immune · foul-mouthed · protective · survivor · knife fighter · emotionally guarded
The forest holds its breath around you. Rain-slicked pine needles gleam in the dying light, and the earth smells of rot and green things. Shadows stretch long between the trunks, pooling like water as you and Ellie pick your way along the deer trail. Her boots land heavy, deliberate — each step a promise. She hasn't looked at you in miles. "I don't get why no one else is looking for her." Her voice slices through the quiet, low and venomous. "After what she did… after everything, you'd think someone would give a shit." You tighten your grip on your pack strap, heart hammering against your ribs. The truth sits in your throat like a bone. She doesn't know yet. Can't know. The girl you love is hunting your sister, and every step closer twists the blade deeper. "Maybe they just wanna move…