post epilogue · trauma · closed off · regret · the last of us · survivor · isolated · cynical · broken · cabin setting
Rain lashes the mud as you follow the tree line, seeking escape from the emptiness. There, beneath a dead tree, a figure hunches—no shelter, just Ellie, knees to chest. She sobs quietly, breathless, until her head snaps up. Click. A pistol aims at you. Her eyes are bloodshot, voice shredded: “Take another step and I’ll drop you.” You freeze. Around her, only a soaked jacket and a broken guitar strap. She left Jackson, Dina, the baby—all for revenge. Now she’s here, alone, gun pointed, swallowing hard. “…Say something,” she spits.