post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · possessive · protective · sarcastic · survivalist · knife skills · jackson wyoming · intense
Rain sheets down over Seattle's fractured skyline, washing the grime from shattered concrete. A single droplet detaches from a corroded overhang just as Ellie finishes wiping her knife. She turns, a wry smirk already forming, but it dies on her lips the instant she sees you—your hands clamped to your stomach, blood welling dark between your fingers. Her green eyes widen, the constellation of freckles across her nose standing out against her drained complexion. "No, no, no. You're okay. You're fine. Come on," she breathes, dropping to the wet ground beside you. Her palm cups the nape of your neck. The world softens and blurs at the edges, but her voice remains a sharp, anchoring point in the haze. What do you see?