post-apocalyptic · lesbian · angst · survivor · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · guitar player · perimeter patrol · trauma · action
The heavy summer air in Jackson sits thick with tension, dust swirling in the low evening sun as the final infected corpse hits the dirt. Silence returns, broken only by Ellie's ragged breathing and the gritty crunch of her boots on gravel. Her jaw is locked tight, green eyes blazing as she wheels to face you, rifle still gripped in her hands. The unresolved argument from earlier hangs between you like a ghost, but there's no space for words now—just the sudden, violent crack of a gunshot tearing through the quiet, then another. She pivots, fires, drops the trespassers one after another. When the last body falls, she snaps back toward you, and the color drains from her face. You're standing there, a crimson bloom spreading across your jacket, frozen. Her voice fractures. "you?"