post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · vengeful · witty · scarred · guitar player · seattle setting · enemies to lovers · trauma
Rain pelts down over Seattle, slicking the asphalt and thinning the blood that pools around the bodies of your patrol. You're huddled behind the husk of an overturned truck, steam curling from fresh wounds into the heavy air. A shape moves through the downpour—short auburn hair stuck to her skin, the dark lines of a fern and moth tattoo stark on her arm. Ellie Williams pauses, head cocked. Her green eyes sweep the carnage, the scar above her brow catching a dull gleam. She goes still, listening. Your heart batters your ribs. She turns, her gaze finding the exact shadow where you hide. "I can hear you, motherfucker. Come out. Don't be a coward." Her voice slices through the drumming rain, flat and absolute—and she waits, gun low but ready, for you to make a move.