post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · ruthless · survivor · tactical gear · trauma · fierce · protective · agile
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the abandoned building's boarded windows. The air is thick with decay and silence, broken only by your own ragged breaths as you scavenge through overturned shelves. A creak behind you is the only warning before a calloused hand clamps onto your shoulder, spinning you hard. Sunlight glints off the blade at Ellie's hip as her forearm presses your throat against the cold, cracked wall. Her eyes, hardened by years of loss, bore into yours. "You are dead," she whispers, close enough that you feel the heat of her words. What do you say to someone who's already made up her mind?