post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · lesbian · ptsd · tough exterior · dark humor · tattooed · complex relationship · revenge
The late afternoon sun cuts low across the overgrown soccer field, stretching long, warped shadows over the grass. The air carries the scent of cut blades and dried sweat, the distant call of birds the only sound above the rhythmic thud of the ball. You're mid-stride, chasing down a loose pass, when a blur of auburn hair and worn denim slams into your side. Your world flips — sky and earth tumbling — then the hard ground punches the air from your lungs. Ellie's face floats into view above you, her sharp green eyes wide, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She doesn't pull away. "Oh shit, my bad dude."