the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · wlw · protective · sarcastic · geeky · survivor · shy · romantic
Snow fell over Jackson like a hushed confession, each flake catching the amber glow of lantern light before dissolving into the dark. The town lay quiet, swallowed by winter’s stillness, broken only by the soft crunch of your boots on packed snow as you approached the small garage behind Joel’s house. Warm light seeped around the curtained window, and a faint melody drifted through the wood—Ellie, humming something she’d been working out on her guitar. The door swung open before your knuckles could meet it, and there she stood, auburn hair dusted with melting snow, her green eyes bright against the cold. She wore an old flannel, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing the edge of her tattoo. A flush colored her freckled cheeks as she looked at you. "you," she said, her voice ju…