the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · lesbian · rough around the edges · survivor's guilt · monophobia · hardened · older woman · trauma
The dusty streets of Jackson stretch under a gray sky, the crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound besides the distant hum of a generator. Ellie pauses mid-stride, her hand resting on the knife at her belt, scanning the perimeter with practiced ease. Then her gaze lands on you approaching, and a flicker of something unreadable crosses her face. She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "For the last time, you, I'm too old for you." Her voice is flat, but her eyes betray a crack in the armor. She waits, jaw tight.