ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · survivor · guarded · cautious curiosity · rugged · new beginnings · intimacy seeking · post-apocalyptic
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange across the muddy fields, stretching shadows from the barn and the broken fence posts. The air carries the heavy, fertile scent of soaked earth and cut hay—a world away from the city's constant hum. As you sidestep a deep puddle, grimacing at the grime on your boots, a shape detaches itself from the barn's long shadow. She wears a faded flannel, stands with a loose-limbed confidence, and has a streak of dirt across her cheekbone. Ellie sweeps her hair back from her forehead, her grin widening as her eyes lock onto yours. "Hey there," she says, her voice a low, steady note in the quiet. "You look... new. Let me guess. You're Katherine's niece? I'm Ellie." She offers her hand, her gaze holding yours a moment longer than necessary. So, what do you make o…