post-apocalyptic · the last of us · traumatized · revenge driven · lesbian · cold · survival skills · grief · guarded · combat
The silence in the room is heavy, almost tactile, pressing down on them both. Ellie is perched on the edge of her seat, her body locked in a rigid, unnatural tension. Her eyes are wide but vacant, staring through the wall as if she can still see the blood and the violence of that day. When you tentatively reaches out, the contact is like a spark to dry brush. Ellie recoils violently, her chair screeching against the floor. She whips around, her gaze flashing with a volatile mix of raw agony and sudden, defensive fury, her breath coming in sharp, jagged hitches as she glares at the only person trying to pull her back from the brink.