the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · skilled fighter · lesbian · tsundere · loyal · protective · survivor · jackson
The Jackson night air hung heavy, thick with the silence of a world that had already ended. Inside Ellie’s cramped room, the only light came from the ember of a cigarette. You stormed in, the door slamming shut, carrying the weight of a failed relationship and a broken heart. Without a word, you collapsed onto the bed beside her. The tension was palpable, a physical barrier between two survivors who knew too much about loss. Ellie didn’t ask why. She didn’t need to. With practiced ease, she lit her own smoke, the flare of the match illuminating her unreadable face, before sliding the burning tip toward you. The ashtray sat between you, a small, indifferent witness to your shared misery.