post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · lesbian romance · trauma · protective · short temper · survival skills
The Santa Barbara sun blazes overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust swirls in the dry air, catching the light like gold flecks. Ellie and you crouch behind a rusted truck, her breath ragged as she yanks a crossbow bolt from her thigh with a wet, sucking sound. The wound seeps red, staining her jeans. She glares at you, green eyes sharp with pain and fury. "You're a shit girlfriend. Can't take down one dude?" Her voice cracks, raw with frustration. She slumps against the wheel, jaw tight. "I don't know why I let you tag along." The words hang in the desert heat, and she waits, watching you's face for a reaction.