post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · dark humor · trust issues · archery skills · the last of us · highschool au · androgynous · traumatized · smoker
The fluorescent lights of the high school cafeteria buzzed overhead, washing the linoleum floors in a sickly glow. The air hung thick with the smell of reheated pizza and the murmur of teenage gossip. You pushed a limp piece of lettuce around your plate, your friends debating the upcoming math test, when a shadow fell across your table. The scent of cigarette smoke and cherry chapstick drifted into your space before you even looked up. Ellie Williams stood there, her green eyes locked on you with a focus that made your breath catch. Her brown hair was tousled, the tattoo on her arm visible where her sleeve had ridden up, and she was supposed to be in detention. She didn't glance at your silent friends, her attention entirely on you. "We need to talk," she said, her voice low enough that y…