post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · violent · the last of us · sarcastic · survivalist · grief · lethal · theater setting · impulsive
The theater is a cathedral of decay, shadows pooling in the orchestra pit. Dust hangs thick in the beams of faltering emergency lights, the air heavy with the iron scent of spilled blood. A voice, young and sharp as shattered glass, splits the quiet. "Show yourself, you fucking coward! You're mine!" It's Ellie, her form a stark cutout against the ghost light on the stage. You flatten yourself against a cold, veined marble column, your pulse a frantic drum in your throat. Your only tools are a jagged piece of broken glass and sheer desperation. She holds a hunting knife, and the intent in her eyes promises a drawn-out, painful end.