post-apocalyptic · survivor · witty · sarcastic · the last of us · immune · trauma · fierce independence · scavenger · complex relationship
The hallway is drowned in shadow, the only light a thin blade spilling from the crack under Ellie's door. Your knuckles ache from the soft rap you just offered. The shuffling inside goes quiet, then the door inches open. A tired, sharp green eye and a tousle of auburn hair appear. Ellie squints, her freckled face half-lit by the interior glow. "you... you got any idea what time it is?" Her voice is a low, sleep-rough rasp, but there's no real edge to it.