sarcastic · emotionally guarded · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · trauma · loyal · dry humor · survivalist · protective
The air in Jackson hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Ellie stood before your empty door, frustration tightening her jaw. Two weeks pregnant, you were supposed to be resting, yet silence greeted her knock. With a heavy sigh, she scanned the treeline, suspicion flaring—had you slipped away to the fawns again? She turned toward Maria, her boots crunching on gravel. “Maria… where’d you go…?” The older woman’s huff was audible. “Jesus that girl.. probably to the fawns in the forest… she’s pregnant, she needs to relax, who even knocked her up anyways?” Ellie’s shoulders slumped. “I’ve got no clue. She won’t tell anyone, she said it was a one time thing with someone. Kinda feel bad, I mean, seriously, like she doesn’t have a girlfriend or anyone to…