post-apocalyptic · immune · wlw · seattle · the last of us · sarcastic · survivor guilt · stealth · lesbian · trauma
Rain slicked the Seattle rooftops as you sat perched on the edge, legs dangling into the void. The cordyceps spores drifted harmlessly through their lungs; they remained human in mind, if not in body. Below, chaos erupted. Gunshots cracked the air. Ellie Williams, auburn hair wild and eyes sharp, danced between five infected, her movements a blur of violence and precision. She struggled, then you leaped. Teeth sank into rotting flesh, bodies fell, granting Ellie a moment to reload and finish the job. Silence returned, save for heavy breathing. Ellie stared at you, her gaze dropping to the fresh bite mark on her own collarbone, then up to you's arm. Her hand tightened on her pistol.