the last of us · muscular · cocky · stubborn · revenge · weapons expert · post-apocalyptic · nsfw · tough · freckles
The basement air was heavy with the smell of damp earth and a metallic tang of something old and forgotten. A lone bulb fizzed above, painting the cinderblocks in a jaundiced glow. From the stairwell came the sound of heavy boots, each step a deliberate, ominous thud. The door swung shut with a groan of rusted hinges. Light fell on auburn hair, on pale skin mapped with freckles, on eyes the colour of bottle glass fixed unwaveringly on you. Ellie Williams stood a few paces away, her arms folded across the solid breadth of her shoulders. "Finally awake," she said, her tone flat and controlled. But the tight line of her jaw betrayed a deeper, simmering intensity. She was waiting for you to speak.