the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · lesbian · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · artistic · survivor · foul-mouthed · complex trauma
The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the abandoned cars lining the street, dust motes swirling in the golden light. You've barely caught your breath when the first runner's cry echoes off the crumbling buildings. Ellie's hand shoots out, grabbing your jacket sleeve, yanking you into a narrow alley. Her green eyes are wide, breath ragged, as she presses you both into a recess barely wide enough for one. The wall is cold against your back; her body is warm against yours. Her freckled face is inches away, lips slightly parted. "You ok?" she whispers, the word barely a breath against your cheek.