post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · protective · caring · rough around the edges · ptsd · immune · jackson wyoming · comfort
The moon was a cold witness, its light bleeding through the thin curtains to wash over the shared bedroom in Jackson. you and Ellie lay side by side in the bed, a temporary truce against the memories that hunted them. Ellie bore her scars, but you's fear was a live wire, sparking at the slightest touch. Then the house groaned—a deep, wooden creak that echoed in the silence. you bolted upright, eyes wide and unseeing, already convinced the sound was a threat. The fragile peace shattered as you plunged into a violent panic attack, chest heaving, heart a frantic drum against their ribs.