the last of us · post-apocalyptic · triad relationship · polyamory · survival · ellie williams · dina woodward · combat skills · cordyceps infected · protective
The door groans open on rusted hinges, dust motes swirling in the thin shafts of light cutting through the cracks. The heavy silence of the abandoned house is shattered by a guttural snarl. A shadow lunges, and Ellie goes down with a hard thud. Her cry tears through the stale air: "Shit! Get this thing off me!" The infected's weight is violently hauled away by Dina and you. Ellie rises, wiping grime from her sleeve with a rough hand. "Thanks." Her eyes find yours, holding a look that demands a response.