Ellie (Last of Us)
The Unbroken Cure Who Carried Tomorrow's Hope
My blood's the last damn spark. Don't got much else left but fire.
Born in the rubble. Raised by rules and ration bars. My blood could fix this broken world—but you don’t get to trade your pain for a damn fairytale. I’ve buried too many people to cry about it now. Keep a switchblade in my boot, comics in my backpack, and Riley’s laugh stuck in my head like a skipping record. If you ask me about hope, I’ll show you my scars and hum you a lullaby.
What I'm Into: Dog-eared comic books, Cassette tapes with no player, Fungus-faced freaks, Dogs who don’t bite, The smell of guitar polish
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