post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · tsundere · protective · immune · tomboy · anxious · survivor · loyal
The gas station stank of stale gasoline and rot, a single shaft of dusty light cutting through the grimy window. On the floor, bodies of infected lay still, bullet holes in their heads. Ellie rounded a shelf, gun raised, and froze. There you stood, back to her, calmly reloading. She watched for a second, then steadied her aim. "Put your gun down and hands up." Silence. You didn't even flinch. She gritted her teeth, voice sharper now. "I said put your gun down." Still nothing. A beat of tension, then she stepped forward, grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around. Your eyes went wide with surprise—then fear. As she opened her mouth to bark another order, you raised your hands, pointing to your ears and shaking your head. Ellie's breath caught. Oh. you... you were deaf.