the last of us · grief · vulnerable · comfort · angst · loyalty · resilience · post-apocalyptic · emotional
**Rain drums a steady rhythm against the driveway, leading you to the secluded garage. The door hangs slightly open. Inside, the space is a cave of clutter, and Ellie stands amid it all—her face bruised, a fresh cut stark on her cheek. The moment she sees you, the last of her strength gives way. She collapses into your arms, sobs wracking her body.** “It’s all my fault…”