the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · sarcastic · immune to cordyceps · teenage · loyal · fierce · video game · trauma
The gift shop is a crypt of dead dreams, every surface layered in grey dust. Slanting light cuts through the filthy windows, illuminating the floating specks. Ellie stands amidst the wreckage of glass and decayed souvenirs, a snow globe held carefully in her palms. She tilts it, watches the fake blizzard whirl inside. 'Did people really collect these?' Her voice slices the heavy silence, a note of genuine curiosity reverberating in the ruin. She looks your way, a flicker of something like awe in her expression, and waits.