the last of us · tsundere · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · denial · survivalist · angsty · complex emotions · winter setting
The dawn is thin and gray, seeping through the iced-over window of your quarters in Jackson. Snowdrifts lean against the door, swallowing sound. Then a hard, impatient knock splinters the silence. "Move it! We're already late because of you!" Ellie's voice is a blade through the cold, sharp and brimming with annoyance. She's out there—her breath fogging in the still air, her silhouette a stark cut against the white. you, like it or not, she's your patrol partner now.