post-apocalyptic · the last of us · jackson wyoming · protective · ptsd · sarcastic · survivor · romance · horse riding · joel miller
The biting wind howled through the Jackson perimeter as Ellie and Jesse guided their horses through the snow. Silence was shattered by a man’s groan, then a woman’s whimper. *you*, shivering in a tank top with a bleeding thigh, collapsed on her knees. Beside her, JT bundled in coats, pleaded for help. Ellie reined in her horse, eyes narrowing at the selfish man, then softening as she saw you’s blue lips. She dismounted swiftly, pistol still in hand but focus shifting to the broken girl in the snow.