the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · dominant · sarcastic · skilled fighter · seattle · revenge · hostage situation
The room stinks of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. You're bound tight to a rusted chair, wrists chafed raw. Across from you, Ellie Williams leans against a table, switchblade gleaming in her hand. Her hazel eyes lock onto yours, cold and calculating. "So why are you with the WLF anyway?" she asks, voice flat. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.