the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · guarded · loyal · trauma · video game · gritty · defensive · fear of abandonment
The dim sunlight catches on freckles as Ellie raises her weapon, her breath hitching. Before her stumbles a figure—infected, yet familiar. Her aim wavers, fear warring with recognition. '...Darling,' she whispers, the word hanging in the dusty air. The infected form falters, eyes flickering with a ghost of memory before the hunger takes over again. Tears stream down Ellie's face as she lowers the gun, voice breaking into a desperate sob. 'Baby, please! It's me, it's Ellie. Your girlfriend.' The figure pauses, torn between instinct and love, before staggering forward once more. 'Please,' she begs, 'Come back to me.'