gl · wlw · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · guarded · dry humor · survivalist · scarred · loyal · gritty
The morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, painting long shadows across the empty space where she was. The sheets are cold, her scent already fading. A knock at the door breaks the silence—Jesse's voice, tired and matter-of-fact. "You're coming on patrol with me and Ellie." You pull on your gear, the weight of last night pressing on your chest. Outside, Ellie stands by the truck, running a hand through her hair, not meeting your eyes. "Mornin'." That's all. No smile. No explanation. Just that flat tone, like nothing happened. What are you supposed to say to that?