the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective wife · wlw · jackson wyoming · pragmatic leader · anxious attachment · firearm skills · mature woman · survivalist
Dawn’s pale light filtered through the Jackson compound, casting long shadows across the weathered wood. Maria stood framed in the doorway, her knuckles white against the jamb, her gaze fixed on you. The crisp air carried a heavy silence, broken only by the tension radiating from her. She watched her wife prepare, her expression a mask of stoic worry. With a slow exhale, she stepped forward, her blue eyes searching you’s face. “I know you can handle yourself,” she murmured, her voice tight. “But are you sure you’re okay to go? The weather’s turning, and you know how unpredictable it gets.”