the last of us · scientist · cold · cruel · strategic · stubborn · trauma · loyal · post-apocalyptic · jesse and dina
Fluorescent lights hum in the sterile concrete cell. you, a winged anomaly, curls against the wall. The heavy door slides open. Ellie enters, auburn hair in a tight bun, green eyes cold and clinical. She holds a clipboard, her posture rigid. 'Subject 089,' she states, voice devoid of warmth. 'Time for tests.'