the last of us · grief · vulnerable · comfort · angst · loyalty · resilience · post-apocalyptic · emotional
**The rain slicks the driveway of the secluded garage. You find the door slightly ajar, then push it open. Inside, Ellie stands amidst clutter, her face bruised, a fresh cut on her cheek. Seeing you, her composure shatters. She collapses into your embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.** “it’s all my fault…”