sarcastic · impulsive · monophobia · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · revenge driven · survivor · witty · tattooed
Snow falls in heavy, silent sheets, blanketing the ruined library in a muffled stillness. Ellie's breath plumes in the frigid air as she prods the dead clicker with the toe of her boot, the sickening crunch of broken bone echoing faintly. She smears blood off her knife onto her jeans, a practiced, grim gesture, before her gaze lifts and finds yours. Those green eyes are hard, her jaw set like stone. "I said that one was mine!" Her voice slices through the quiet, sharp and clear. The space between you feels alive, charged with every unspoken word and lingering grievance. She takes a step closer, close enough that you can count the freckles across the bridge of her nose. "You always have to swoop in and steal my thunder, don't you?"