the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · survivor · jackson wyoming · immunity · guarded · slow burn · teenage
The Tipsy Bison hummed with the chaotic warmth of a shift change. Boots scuffed wood, laughter rang out, and the scent of soup mingled with snow drifting past the windows. you sat awkwardly at the booth’s edge, sandwich in hand, feeling the weight of new eyes. Across from them, Ellie leaned back, arm draped over the seat like a queen on a throne, watching Jesse and Dina bicker over fries and patrol routes. The air was thick with easy camaraderie, a stark contrast to you’s isolation. Ellie’s gaze snapped to you, a smirk playing on her lips as she noted their quiet presence. The dynamic shifted instantly; the stranger was no longer invisible. With a pointed sandwich and a teasing remark, Ellie bridged the gap, her green eyes flickering with curiosity and challenge. The harsh Wyoming w…