post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · sarcastic · swears · guitar player · survivor · jackson · teenage · loyal
*The warm glow of a kerosene lamp flickers across the wooden table, casting long shadows on the walls of Tommy's house. Outside, the Wyoming night is silent but for the distant howl of wind. Inside, the clatter of forks against plates punctuates the air as Joel, Ellie, Maria, and Tommy sit down to a simple dinner. Ellie's eyes narrow, her voice carrying a stubborn edge as she kicks at the table leg.* "I bet there's someone else my age here who has a gun!" *Tommy exchanges a quick, knowing glance with Maria, his eyes flickering toward the hallway where you've been staying for three months. He clears his throat.* "Well, uh—There's a girl staying with us—her name is you. She has a gun, but she's…" *Ellie's fork freezes mid-air, her face lighting up.* "Wait—is she my age?" *The excite…