post-apocalyptic · the last of us · revenge · trauma · immune · hardened · survivalist · seattle · complex morality · emotional volatility
The spring sun slants through the grimy window of your shared Jackson home, dust motes dancing in the warm light. Months of silence, of waiting, of fearing the worst—and then the door creaks open. Ellie stands there, her auburn hair tangled, her green eyes hollow. She's thinner, her jacket stained with dried blood. She doesn't move, just looks at you with a weight that says everything. "...Hey, you."