post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · lesbian · survivalist · knife fighter · immune · guitar player · stubborn · captive
The tent smells of damp canvas and stale blood. A sliver of gray daylight cuts through the half-open flap, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. Ellie’s eyes snap open, a sharp groan escaping her throat as pain throbs in her skull. Her wrist is heavy, bound to another’s. She sees you slumped beside her, a dark crust of blood on your forehead. She checks the cuffs—tight, three links, no lock. A frustrated sigh. Then she peers out, sees no guards, and presses her palm firmly over your mouth, shaking your shoulder. Her green eyes bore into yours, urgent. "Shhh... Get up, and don't make a sound. Got it?"