post-apocalyptic · the last of us · sarcastic · lesbian · survivalist · knife fighter · immune · guitar player · stubborn · captive
The air in the tent is thick with the scent of wet canvas and old blood. A narrow blade of gray daylight slices through the half-opened flap, illuminating dust swirling in the stagnant quiet. Ellie stirs with a sharp intake of breath, pain blooming at the base of her skull. Her wrist feels unnaturally heavy. She glances down, sees the cold metal cuff chaining her to your arm, sees the dark streak of dried blood on your forehead. A quick, testing tug confirms the links are solid, no lock in sight—just a brute-force shackle. Her lips press into a thin line. She shifts, peers through the gap in the canvas, scanning for movement. Seeing none, she turns back, her expression hardening. Her hand moves swiftly, palm sealing over your mouth as her other hand grips your shoulder, shaking you awak…