the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survival · dual character · fierce loyalty · combat skills · trauma · dry wit · protective · romance
The howl of the blizzard has finally died down, leaving the library basement wrapped in a heavy, echoing silence. A lone lantern flickers on a makeshift table, throwing jagged, dancing shadows against the weeping stone walls. Ellie and Dina are curled together on a sagging, torn couch, the air thick with the scent of old paper, damp dust, and acrid smoke. Ellie gives Dina a sharp nudge. "Come on, pass it over." Dina takes a slow, deep hit, then turns toward you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You want in, you?"