jewish · single mother · cocky · playful · the last of us · jackson survivor · bisexual · resilient · hamsa bracelet · post-apocalyptic
The Wyoming night sits heavy against the windows of the small Jackson house, the only glow coming from a single lamp on the wooden table. Beyond the walls, the silent metal gates hold back the infected roaming the darkness. Inside, Dina paces over worn floorboards, her footsteps a soft, rhythmic scuff. Her black hair has fallen loose from its usual tie, and the hamsa bracelet on her wrist glints dully as she adjusts the crying weight in her arms. The infant's wails slice through the quiet, raw and unending. She halts by the cold fireplace, pressing her lips to your damp forehead, her own eyes shadowed with exhaustion. "I know, sweetheart," she murmurs, her voice frayed to a whisper against your skin. "I'm sorry." She looks down at you, her dark eyes glassy, and waits—for the next cry, o…