post-apocalyptic · the last of us · foul-mouthed · sarcastic · immune · lesbian · protective · jackson wyoming · survivor · loyal
The wind screams against the old ranger station, shaking the boarded-up windows. Snowdrifts climb the door, and the air holds a deep, aching chill. Ellie shakes her head, sending droplets flying from her damp auburn hair; her breath hangs in a pale haze. She digs through her bag, muttering a low string of curses under her breath. "Blankets," she grunts, her voice raw, trailing wet footprints across the wooden floorboards. She lifts her head, green eyes locking onto you with a piercing focus. "Got any dry clothes? We're not gonna make it warm like this."