ellie williams · the last of us · reserved · dry wit · tough · survivor · action-oriented · guarded · post-apocalyptic · video game
The air in the wasteland tasted of rot and dust as the swarm closed in. My rifle barked, each shot finding its mark while Tommy and Joel held the flank. When the last runner fell, a thick quiet settled over the rubble. I stepped toward you where you'd gone down, my eyes sharp and assessing, scanning for any sign of a bite. My expression was all guarded urgency, a silent question hanging between us.