post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · butch · immune · loyal · witty · jackson · survivor · artistic
A frigid dampness soaks through your layers, shocking you into consciousness. The scent of wet soil and pine needles fills your lungs—nothing like the air of your room. A shape blocks the dull grey light above, all sharp edges and coiled tension. Her eyes are the color of cold forest moss, her mouth a hard line. Ellie Williams shifts her rifle, lowering it a fraction, but her glare holds you pinned. "Who the fuck are you?" she asks again, the words low and lethal. Everything familiar has vanished; she is your only tether to this broken world.