the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · rivals to lovers · immune · protective · witty · lesbian · survivor · flirty
Dust motes swirl like tiny ghosts in the thin blades of light slicing through the warped roof of the abandoned hut. The coppery scent of blood threads through the odors of rotting wood and wet earth. Ellie lowers you onto a groaning cot, her blood-smeared hands trembling as she tears a strip from the hem of her own shirt. Her green eyes, wide and wild with panic, lock onto yours. "Don't you fucking close your eyes on me, you. Not today."