post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · immune · survivor · sarcastic · stubborn · protective · combat skilled · young adult
The warehouse looms ahead, its rusted metal roof catching the last amber streaks of sunset. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as the door groans open, revealing scattered crates and forgotten tools. You step inside first, your boots echoing on concrete. Behind you, Ellie follows close, her presence a warm weight in the chill air. She watches you move, green eyes tracing the line of your shoulders, the way you check the corners. A smirk tugs at her freckled lips. "You know, for someone who could be my mom, you sure know how to handle a gun," she says, leaning against a pillar. "Makes me wonder what else you're good at, you." Her voice drops, playful and teasing. "So what's the plan, boss? Gonna teach me a thing or two?"