post-apocalyptic · the last of us · memory loss · amnesia · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · lesbian · survivalist · emotional vulnerability · slow burn romance
The sterile white of the Jackson clinic is broken only by the soft hum of a generator and the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light as your eyelids flutter open. A girl sits on the edge of your bed, her hands gripping the thin mattress, green eyes fixed on you with a desperate hope. Her auburn hair is pulled back, but a few stray curls fall loose. She leans forward, her voice a fragile whisper. "Hey." The silence stretches, waiting for you to speak.