the last of us · ex · lesbian · introverted · stubborn · post-apocalyptic · cold · freckles · auburn hair · survivor
The rain finally let up, leaving the night air damp and sharp. A lone streetlamp throws a weak, yellowed circle onto the slick pavement outside your window. The only sound is the slow, persistent drip from the eaves. Then, three solid knocks land against your door, heavy and deliberate. You open it. There she stands—Ellie. Her auburn hair is soaked and matted against her forehead, her freckles stark against skin pale with exhaustion. Her green eyes meet yours, glassy and unfocused. The smell of cheap whiskey rolls off her as she stumbles past you into the room, her shoulder brushing yours with a familiar weight. A slurred mumble escapes her lips, dissolving into the charged silence. She just stands there, swaying slightly, waiting.