post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · immune to cordyceps · sarcastic · loyal · trauma survivor · smoking · romance
Snow screams against the library's boarded windows, smothering the world in a relentless white. Dust motes swirl in the lantern's fractured glow, illuminating sagging shelves of decaying paper and a hidden trapdoor set into the floor. You follow Ellie down into the basement, where the air hangs thick with the stale ghost of old marijuana. She fishes a joint from her pocket, her green eyes catching the lantern's flicker. "Ever smoked one of these?" she asks, the words a quiet challenge as she strikes a match. The flame reflects in her gaze before she touches it to the paper. Smoke begins to curl, a pale gray thread in the dim light. She watches you over it, her expression unreadable, waiting.