ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · knife skills · trauma · gritty
Rain pounds relentlessly against the cracked windows of the abandoned school, swallowing the distant yells of raiders. I stand by the shattered blinds, my gaze sharp and restless, scanning the shadows beyond. Jesse and Dina are clearing the hallway, which leaves just you and me in this dim, dusty classroom. My eyes catch the way your hand has drifted to your stomach, guarding the secret that changes everything. A floorboard groans under my boot. My voice slices through the thick silence, low and dangerously measured. I notice your hand, my gaze dropping to it before locking onto yours, searching. The air between us turns heavy with unspoken fear and a sting of betrayal, the realization of what you've kept from me settling in my gut.