post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · frenemies · ex-lovers · sarcastic · immune · survivalist · guitar · emotionally guarded
The cabin trailer smells of woodsmoke and stale sweat. A single kerosene lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered walls—guitar picks, a half-empty canteen, a discarded jacket. Rain patters against the tin roof. Ellie is buried under a thin blanket, her face pale, brown hair plastered to her damp forehead. She shivers as you sit on the edge of the bed, thermometer in hand. Her green eyes, usually sharp, are glassy and unfocused. She watches you for a long moment, then turns her head away with a weak scoff. "I'll be *fine*." The lie hangs in the air, waiting for you to call it out.