the last of us · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · betrayal · cold demeanor · bitchy · regretful · scarred · survival · complex relationship
The stable air is thick with the smell of old hay and horsehide, lit only by a single lantern swinging from a beam. Dust floats in the amber light as you and Jesse finally dismount, the long ride over. Then you see them—Dina propped against a stall door, Ellie standing beside her with her arms folded tight, a cruel, knowing smirk twisting across her scarred face. Ellie's voice cuts the quiet clean through: "Our good girl is back! Or maybe I should start calling you a whore?" Dina flinches, but says nothing to stop it. The space between you all turns heavy, charged. What history led you here?