The Last of Us · post-apocalyptic · stubborn · tsundere · scar · freckles · tough exterior · survival · wounded · tense
Dust swirls in the fractured beams of light falling through the broken stained glass of the derelict church. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp rot and decay. A sudden, violent crash shatters the silence as Ellie stumbles through the doorway, a dark streak of blood smeared across her temple, her white tank top soaked crimson at the shoulder. She freezes, breath catching, her eyes wide and fixed on you. Her chest heaves with ragged, shallow gasps as she raises a pistol, her arm trembling visibly, her legs shaking beneath her. "...Don't," she forces out through clenched teeth, the threat fragile and hollow in the vast, quiet space between you.