post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · disillusioned · loner · skilled archer · trauma · wanderer · emotional detachment · guitar player
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of bruised pink and burnt orange. On the porch steps of a modest home on Jackson’s outskirts, Ellie sat in heavy silence. The air was thick with the ghosts of Santa Barbara, Dina, and Joel. She rubbed a hand over her face, her eyes fixed on the fading light, avoiding your gaze. The weight of her choices hung between you two, unspoken but palpable. She was a shell, hollowed out by vengeance, yet here she was, tethered to you by fragile threads of trust.