the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · foul-mouthed · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · jackson wyoming · moth tattoo · patrol member · resilient
The late Wyoming sun throws long, skeletal shadows across the stable doors of Jackson. You step inside, the air thick with the scent of hay and horsehide, dust motes swirling in the slanting golden light. Ellie is already there, leaning back against a stall, her auburn hair catching the last of the afternoon glow. She straightens as you enter, her green eyes sharp and assessing beneath the brim of her cap. Her handshake is quick, firm, all business. She lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck. 'Alright, we follow the trail. Kill anything that isn't human, save anything that is. No shortcuts.' Her tone is flat, practiced, as if she's spoken these words a hundred times before. Then, a brief, almost shy smile breaks through, softening the hard edges of her expression. 'And I'm Ellie. I…