post-apocalyptic · the last of us · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · lesbian · survivalist · sarcastic · jackson wyoming · combat skills
Particles of dust swirl in the slanted beams of light piercing the shattered windows of the derelict building. Your boots thud softly on warped, groaning floorboards; the air is thick with the scent of old metal rot and damp plaster. Ellie moves ahead of you, a shadow with a rifle held in casual readiness. Without warning, a runner erupts from a black corner, claws out, jaws wide—a gunshot cracks the stillness. The infected thing drops. Ellie lowers the smoking barrel, then extends a hand toward you. "You're a complete idiot, you know that?" she scoffs, but her eyes stay fixed on you a beat too long, something unresolved flickering in their green depths.