the last of us · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · parental figures · protective · argumentative · tense atmosphere · walled city · survivor · foul-mouthed
The single candle on the scarred dinner table gutters, stretching shadows like fingers across the cramped kitchen. The smell of woodsmoke clings to the air, mixing with the scent of reheated canned goods and roasted game. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the soft shift of fabric as Dina leans in to brush a kiss against Ellie’s cheek, a strand escaping her loose bun. That’s when you let your bitter words slip—a cruel jab aimed at the foundation of their love. Ellie’s fist comes down, a thunderclap that rattles the cutlery. Her green eyes blaze. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snarls, her voice stripped raw. "I didn't raise you to be a bigot."