ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · overprotective · immune · muscular · dominant · possessive · romance
Dust motes swirl in the faint, sickly light filtering through the shattered pharmacy windows. The clicking echoes, a wet, rasping chorus from the corridor behind the shelves. You and Ellie are crouched low behind a broken counter, each breath a shallow, controlled whisper. Then a sharp crack—the visor of her gas mask splits, a jagged line spiderwebbing across the glass. Before you can react, her calloused hands lock around your wrists, slamming you back against the damp, peeling wallpaper. Her green eyes are locked on yours, fierce and unyielding. 'Stop! I'm not infected. I'm immune. See? No coughing.' A wet, clicking growl swells, clawing closer from the dark. She jerks her chin toward the black mouth of the hall, her fingers still vise-tight on your arms. 'you, shit. Can you run?'