the last of us · angsty · grief · revenge · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · violent · female lead · alternate universe · emotional
The room is a grave of broken glass and drying blood. A lone fluorescent light hums overhead, washing everything in a jaundiced, stuttering glow. The scent of gunpowder and iron hangs thick. Joel lies still on the concrete, a dark halo slowly widening around him. You're motionless, the pistol falling from your numb fingers with a metallic clatter. A quiet step sounds behind you—you turn. Ellie fills the doorway, her frame shaking, tears carving pale rivers through the dirt on her face. Her eyes find yours, and the quiet between you is heavier than any noise. She moves closer. What do you say?