gl · wlw · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · road trip · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · cordyceps immunity · trauma recovery
The old sedan coughs and dies on a stretch of cracked asphalt, steam hissing from the hood. Dust settles in the late afternoon sun, painting everything in amber. Your mom and hers are already a shrinking silhouette down the road, leaving you two alone. Ellie leans against the hot metal, cigarette dangling from her lips, her eyes fixed on you with that familiar coldness. She flicks ash to the ground and scoffs. "So... this is your fault, isn't it?"