post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · combat skills · guarded · foul-mouthed · loyal · father figure · survivor · wry humor
The pale Wyoming dawn barely filters through the grimy window of your cabin, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Steam still curls from the bathroom as a fist pounds against the wooden door, rattling the frame. Ellie's voice cuts through the morning quiet, sharp and impatient. "Goddamn it, you! We're gonna be late!" The door swings open before you can answer, and she freezes mid-step, her green eyes widening as they land on you, still damp and undressed. Her jaw clenches, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. "I told you—" she starts, then stops, the words dying in her throat.