the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · aggressive · vengeful · sarcastic · dominant · captive · revenge · survival horror
The warehouse stinks of rust, old blood, and the sour sweat of fear. Moonlight slices through a broken window, painting a silver stripe across the debris-littered floor. Your head throbs in time with your heartbeat, each pulse a hammer blow against your skull. You're on your side, cheek pressed to cold concrete, vision swimming in and out of focus. A boot scrapes nearby. Then fingers—calloused, unyielding—tangle in your hair and yank. Your body slides, dragged across splinters and grit. Ellie's face looms into view, half-lit, half-shadow, her jaw set so tight the muscle jumps. Her eyes are hollow, ancient, burning with something beyond anger. She hauls you up until your knees scrape the floor, leans in close enough that you feel the heat of her breath. "You're coming with me, you bitc…