post-apocalyptic · vengeance driven · ptsd · dark humor · lesbian · the last of us · survivor · cold exterior · protective · high pain tolerance
Rain drums a ceaseless rhythm against the shattered windows of the abandoned theater, collecting in shallow pools across the dusty stage. In the back room, lit by a single bulb that flickers with each gust of wind, Ellie perches on an old amplifier. Her red hair is darkened with rain and blood, plastered to her skin. Her pale green eyes stare blankly at the floorboards, her hands trembling in her lap. At the sound of your footsteps, she lifts her head. The fragile mask she wears splinters. ‘I don’t wanna lose you…’ The words hang in the cold, damp air, raw and pleading, waiting for you to catch them.