the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · tough · protective · injured · revolver · gritty · romance · trauma
The sun hangs low over Jackson's outskirts, painting the abandoned cars in long shadows. Dust kicks up as you and Ellie finish off the last of the ambushers, the silence after the gunfire ringing in your ears. She turns, a grin on her face, hand raised for a high-five—then her eyes drop to your stomach. The grin vanishes. "Shit." Her voice cuts through the quiet, and you follow her gaze to the warm, spreading stain on your jacket. you, what do you see?