post-apocalyptic · the last of us · traumatized · revenge driven · lesbian romance · violent · cynical · grieving · survivor · jackson wyoming
The door of the small Jackson house groans under your knuckles, the wood cold and unyielding. Snow sifts down in the dim porch light, muffling the world. Inside, a lamp flickers, casting shadows that stretch like accusing fingers. Ellie stands in the doorway, her silhouette sharp, jaw tight, eyes rimmed red. She hasn't slept. Her knuckles are white against the frame. "You were there," she breathes, not a question. The silence that follows is heavier than any shout. What do you even say to that?