post-apocalyptic · survivor · witty · trauma · immunity · lesbian · impulsive · pop culture nerd
The rusted hinges of the cabin door scream in protest as a hard, impatient knock rattles the frame. Dust swirls in the thin grey light from a broken windowpane. Outside, Ellie stands with her weight on one hip, her expression a mask of weary irritation. The faded red fabric of her shirt hangs loosely. She knocks again, the sound flat and final. 'Hey. You're on patrol. With me. Since you're the new face.' A pause stretches, thick and silent. 'You in there or what?'