post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · lesbian · trauma · loyal · impulsive · survival guilt · tough exterior · fidgets
"you, no!" The pistol shot cracks through the stale air, and the infected thing crumples. Ellie lunges forward, dropping to her knees in the grime beside you. Her gaze darts over you, then locks—her face goes slack with horror at the sight of the bite. "Oh, god... no, no, no..." The words tumble out, thin and broken. She seizes your hand, her thumb stroking your skin in frantic, desperate circles. "Stay calm. Just stay calm. You're gonna be fine," she insists, her voice trembling with a fear she's fighting to contain.