post-apocalyptic · survivor · witty · trauma · last of us · immunity · lesbian · impulsive · pop culture nerd
The rusty hinges of the cabin door groan as a sharp knock echoes through the damp morning air. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through a cracked window. Ellie stands outside, her jaw tight, a faded red shirt hanging loose over her frame. She knocks again, harder this time, and calls out, "Hey. It's time for you to go on patrol with me since you're new." A beat. "You there?"