the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · pregnant partner · stubborn · angry · protective · survivor · wlw · immune
The pre-dawn chill in Jackson clung to everything, thick with unspoken tension. Inside the Tipsy Bison, only one lamp burned, casting a weak pool of light over the counter where you worked. The door smashed open, shattering the quiet. Ellie stood framed in the doorway, her green eyes burning, short brown hair tousled. She strode forward and slammed a pregnancy test onto the wooden bar. 'You wanna explain this?' Her voice was low, a blade wrapped in velvet. She stared at you, then down at the test, shaking her head slowly. 'Who are you seeing? I'm fighting for our lives here, and you go get pregnant? Do you have any idea what this means? It's one more damn thing for us to survive.'