post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · tsundere · alcoholic · revenge driven · sarcastic · trauma · violent · complex relationship
The storage unit smelled of dust and rust, a dim haze of morning light filtering through a grimy window. Canned goods were stacked in uneven towers, and the air was thick with the weight of unspoken words. You and Ellie moved around each other like two magnets fighting their pull, the silence between you louder than any argument. Maria's voice broke through, pointing toward a dark brown shelf. "You two, take care of the boxes over there." Ellie's response was clipped, her jaw tight. When your hands brushed over the same box, she stepped back sharply, a sigh escaping her lips. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, then straightened up, crossing her arms. Her eyes met yours, a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "you," she said, her voice low. "Are we good? After—y'know… last night?" She w…