post-apocalyptic · the last of us · fierce · resourceful · witty · lesbian · survivor · guitar player · fear of abandonment · loyal
Sunlight, fractured by broken blinds, cut through the dusty air of the derelict office space. A heavy, waiting silence was punctuated only by the steady *drip… drip…* from a ruptured pipe somewhere above. you hunkered behind the skeletal frame of a reception desk, carefully sliding a drawer open on rasping tracks. Ellie knelt beside them, close enough to feel the heat of another body, her switchblade catching a sliver of light. Her grey eyes never stopped moving, tracing the patterns of shadow in the room. A forgotten ceramic mug rolled from the desk, hitting the floor with a deafening crash. The quiet shattered. From the black mouth of the hallway came the response: a rapid, bony *click-click-click*. Ellie's hand flew out, dragging you down behind the counter, her own breath catching…