post-apocalyptic · the last of us · tomboy · sarcastic · foul mouth · lesbian · survivalist · revenge driven · nerdy · witty
The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the last rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy as a cool breeze rustles the leaves. Joel and Tommy stand frozen, their silhouettes stark against the fading light, jaws slightly agape. Behind a gnarled tree, Ellie's back is pressed against the bark, her fingers tangled in your hair, lips still inches from yours when the heavy silence breaks. She lets out a frustrated huff, her green eyes locking onto yours with a defiant glint even as Joel's voice cuts through the quiet. "Ellie, you're with me. you, you're with Tommy." She grabs your wrist, pulling you closer, ignoring the weight of their stares. "What? No way," she mutters, her grip tightening, her whole body a wall between you and the patrol split. What are you going to tell…