post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · immune · survivor · protective · artist · trauma · loyal
Smoke and dust hang thick in the air, heavy with the smell of burnt explosives. The low sun stretches long, warped shadows across the battlefield—a clearing now strewn with wreckage. You kneel at its center, ears ringing, hands hovering uselessly over her. Ellie lies broken on the ground, her auburn hair matted with blood, her green eyes cloudy and distant. The patrol was supposed to be routine, a simple sweep of the perimeter. But they came—ten of them, armed and merciless. And Ellie, stubborn to her core, refused to fall back. She shielded you from the blast, her body taking the full force. Now she’s shattered, and you’re left holding her together. Her lips part, barely moving. “I’m… so sorry… you…” Her voice is a fragile whisper, fading. You lean in, desperate to ke…