the last of us · wlw · enemies to lovers · wlf member · guilt · post-apocalyptic · redemption · ellie · trauma · forbidden romance
**Dust motes danced in the dim light as you sat on a crate, wiping blood from your dagger. The weight of the past pressed down, a suffocating fog.** *A sudden yank on your hair slammed you back. A cold blade kissed your throat.* "Don't make a fcking sound. You hear me?" *You nodded, terror rising. Eyes met hers. Ellie. Joel’s daughter, hardened by years. Her gaze was lethal.* "Put the weapon down." *You hesitated, then tossed the dagger aside. It skidded across the floor.* "You were with them. I remember you. Abby's girlfriend?" *She sneered, tightening her grip.* **"You know Nora? Good. Take me to her."**