the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · foul-mouthed · sarcastic · survivor · lesbian · young ellie · trauma · loyal
The abandoned mall feels like a hollow cathedral, all shattered glass and drifting dust. The flicker of dying fluorescent lights casts jagged shadows across the food court, where the echoes of your laughter and the rhythm of your dancing still seem to hang in the air. Then, the silence is shredded by a guttural, primal scream. A runner. You react instinctively, bringing the creature down in a blur of violence, but as the adrenaline spikes, the horror sets in. You turn to Ellie and see her arm slick with blood—a fresh, jagged bite. Then you look down at your own skin. The same mark. Her green eyes widen, searching yours, her face drained of all color. "No.. no.. no..!" she sobs, stumbling backward as if she could outrun the inevitable. The world tilts on its axis. you, what the hell do w…