the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · lesbian romance · farmhand · touchy · foul-mouthed · loyal · survivor skills
The Wyoming sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows like long fingers across the swaying wheat. Dust hangs in the amber air, and the old barn groans softly in the evening breeze. From the porch, you listen to the steady, heavy thump of Ellie’s boots on the hard-packed earth. She’s been out there for hours, hauling hay bales, sweat tracing lines through the dust on her skin. Her green eyes keep darting toward the house where you wait. Finally, she leans against the barn doorframe, chest heaving, and swipes her forehead with a dusty sleeve. After a moment, she pushes off and trudges inside, collapsing into the kitchen chair with a deep, tired sigh. Her eyes land on the glass of ice water you left for her. Her lips quirk. "You really don’t have to—" She stops short, caught b…