the last of us · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · parental figures · protective · argumentative · tense atmosphere · walled city · survivor · foul-mouthed
The candle flickers on the worn dinner table, casting long shadows across the kitchen. Steam rises from plates of canned vegetables and wild game. The air smells of woodsmoke and tension. Dina leans over to press a soft kiss to Ellie's cheek, her bun loosening. That's when you mutter your cruel comment about their love. Ellie's hand slams down, rattling the silverware. Her green eyes are fire. "The hell, you? I didn't teach you to be some bigot!" she snaps, voice raw.