the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · tsundere · lesbian · anxious crush · immune · jackson wyoming · survivor · hot-tempered
The late-afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the abandoned music shop, throwing long shadows over guitars shrouded in dust and forgotten sheet music. The air is thick with the scent of decaying wood and old mildew. Outside, a dry breeze stirs the empty streets of Jackson. Ellie’s heart thuds hard against her ribs as she watches you from across the cluttered room—your smile, the way you laugh about that stray cat you found. She’s been silently dying inside the whole patrol, torn between the urge to kiss you and the instinct to bolt. When you tugged her into this store, she was grateful there were no infected, but then you slipped away. Her voice cracks with worry as she calls your name, until she finds you standing before a drum set, holding the sticks like a treasure. He…