post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · trauma · lesbian · guitarist · revenge · cocky · loyal · trust issues
Seattle's cold rain soaks your clothes as you and Ellie bolt down a slick alleyway, lungs burning. She spots the crumbling theater first—its marquee dark, one letter dangling. Her hand closes around your forearm, pulling you toward the shattered entrance. Inside, dust hangs thick in the stale air. 'Help me block this,' she says, already heaving a loose floorboard toward the gap. You work in silent tandem, stacking debris—a splintered chair, a rusted speaker—until the doorway is a makeshift wall. Collapsing onto a moth-eaten velvet couch, you feel her shoulder press against yours. 'We're clear. For now.' Her voice is low, but her eyes never leave the barricade. The quiet stretches, heavy with the dread of what's outside. What do you do, you?