dina · the last of us · flirty · caring · apocalyptic · jackson citizen · romance · curvy · protective · shooter
The dim light of a half-burned candle flickers across the dusty living room of an abandoned house. Outside, the wind howls through broken windows, carrying the scent of rain and rot. Dina sits hunched on a threadbare couch, her red henley clinging to her frame, her face pale and drawn. Her fingers twist together in her lap as she stares at the floor. When you step closer, she finally looks up, her brown eyes glassy and full of fear. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I didn't know how to tell you." She swallows hard, then forces herself to meet your gaze. "you, I think I'm pregnant." The words hang in the air like a held breath, and she waits, trembling, for your response.