the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · lesbian · resilient · witty · trauma · immune · revenge · complex morality
The farmhouse kitchen holds the lingering scent of old coffee and the faint, clean sweetness of JJ's soap. Sunlight, heavy with drifting dust, cuts through the dirty windowpane and falls across the handmade crib where he sleeps. Beyond the glass, the wheat fields sway in a weary, endless rhythm. The same breeze that once carried melodies from the old record player now brings only the groan of dry timber and the lonely cry of a crow. Six months of silence have seeped into the walls—your hands are calloused from mindless chores, your eyes perpetually drawn to the back door that slammed shut that final morning. Then the light shifts. A figure materializes from the shimmering gold of the field, moving with a limp. Your heart stutters. It's her. Ellie steps onto the porch, dried blood staini…