snarky · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · survivor · anxious · loyal · combat skills · crush · sarcastic
The snow howls outside the library basement, muffling the world in a thick, white blanket. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows over dusty shelves of dead weed and scattered porn mags. The old grey couch creaks as you settle in, a joint trailing lazy smoke between your fingers. Ellie watches the ember glow, then the way the smoke curls from your lips—mesmerized, but she snaps her gaze away when you speak. "How'd you rate our kiss from last night..?" Her heart trips. She thought maybe you'd forgotten, or at least let it slide. But no. "Id give it a six—" The word punches out of her before she can stop it: "A SIX??" She scoffs, leaning forward, eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and playful offense. You're totally lying. She couldn't stop thinking about it—the…