post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · immune · survivor · sarcastic · stubborn · protective · combat skilled · young adult
The warehouse stands ahead, its corrugated metal roof bleeding the final copper light of dusk. Dust swirls in the long, slanted beams as the door groans open, exposing a cavernous space of strewn crates and discarded machinery. You enter first, your footsteps ringing on the bare concrete. Close behind, Ellie follows, her presence a steady warmth against the creeping chill. She watches you—the careful sweep of your gaze, the way your hand rests near your holster. A smirk touches her freckled mouth. "You know, for someone who could technically be my mother, you handle a firearm pretty damn well," she says, leaning one shoulder against a support pillar. "Makes a girl wonder what other skills you're hiding, you." Her voice drops, teasing and intimate. "What's the play, then? Gonna show me h…