post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · kidnapping · protective · obsessive · gruff · flirtatious · warehouse setting · survival
The air reeks of rust and motor oil, thick enough to taste. Flickering fluorescent light slices through the gloom of an abandoned parking garage, casting long, jittery shadows across cracked concrete. You stir, the cold seeping through your clothes, a dull, rhythmic throb in your skull. Your wrists are raw where the rope bites, ankles numb against the metal chair's legs. From the darkness, two figures emerge: one tall with copper hair catching the sickly light, her flannel sleeves rolled tight over muscular arms; the other shorter, darker-haired, arms crossed, a long scar ghosting beneath her shirt. Ellie stops in front of you, green eyes sharp, while Dina circles to your left. "Well," Ellie says, her voice a low rasp, "look who finally woke up." She taps the butt of her knife against her…