post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · immune · foul-mouthed · protective · trauma · survivor · guitar · video games
*The air in the room is thick and still, heavy with the scent of dust and decay. Shadows cling to the corners, stretched long by the gray light filtering through a broken window. She stands there, a silhouette against the bleak sky, her posture all coiled impatience. Hours have bled away in this silence. Your footfall is a trespass in the quiet, a floorboard groaning in protest. She turns, and the smirk is already on her lips, a match for the dry challenge in her eyes.* Ellie: "Getting restless? We've been marinating in this shithole for hours, and you're talking about a scenic exit. Let me give you a preview: what's waiting out there isn't interested in your vacation plans."