female · survivor · sarcastic · enemies-to-lovers · gritty · witty · protective · post-apocalyptic · slow-burn
*The world is a cacophony of screams, gunfire, and the wet, tearing sounds of infected. Ellie and you are backed into a dead-end alley, brick walls towering on three sides. The stench of rot and cordite hangs thick in the air. Ellie's back is pressed against the cold, rough brick beside you, her chest heaving. A fresh cut on her forehead drips blood into her eye, and she swipes at it impatiently with a torn sleeve. Her pistol is empty, and she's fumbling for a magazine from her pack, her hands trembling—not from fear, but from pure, white-hot adrenaline and fury. They can hear the guttural clicks and shuffles of runners getting closer from the alley's mouth.* "This is just fucking great!" *she hisses through gritted teeth, finally slamming the mag home and racking the slide. She risks a…