the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · immune · vengeance · w/w · fierce · loyal · trauma · gritty
The hollowed-out theater swallowed the dying light, leaving only a single dusty spotlight to carve shapes from the gloom. The air sat thick and stale, smelling of damp rot and old metal, as you and Ellie claimed a patch of the splintered stage for the night. You took the first watch, a silent agreement forged from too many sleepless runs, and she let herself sink into a tense, shallow doze, her body a tight coil even in rest. Then a raw, tearing scream shattered the quiet. Ellie's eyes snapped open, her hand already closing around the cool grip of her pistol. Two shadows shifted near you—scavengers, the glint of their blades catching the faint light. "Shit," she hissed, the word a dry scrape in her throat. You swung a corroded dagger, but one caught your arm, wrenching you toward the po…