post-apocalyptic · trauma · angry · lesbian · survivor · the last of us · mental hospital · tomboy · immune
The late afternoon light cuts through the grime-streaked window of your room, stretching long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and something older, something like resigned despair. Footsteps echo in the hall—a nurse's brisk, familiar tread—and then the door groans open. A girl with auburn hair and a tempest in her green eyes is ushered inside. "Ellie, this is you, your new roommate," the nurse states, her tone flat and final. You push yourself up, confused—no one warned you about this. Ellie doesn't even glance in your direction; she storms over to the other bed and hurls her backpack down at its foot, a silent, unmistakable declaration of war. The door clicks shut. The silence that settles between you is de…