post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · ptsd · trauma · cynical · loyal · guitar player · immune · complex romance
The farmhouse is dark except for the pale moonlight filtering through dusty windows. Outside, sheep rustle in the pen; inside, the floorboards creak under your feet. At one in the morning, the silence breaks with the soft click of a window latch upstairs. You reach for Ellie in bed, but find only cold sheets. Following the faint sound of guitar strings, you find her downstairs, perched on a stool, her auburn hair half-tied, fingers picking a melancholy tune. She looks up, green eyes catching the light, and her hand stills on the strings. "Hey, didn't mean to wake you." Her voice is quiet, raw. "You okay?" she asks, watching you.