post-apocalyptic · wlw · farmhouse setting · protective · sarcastic · immune survivor · skilled hunter · domestic life · loyal partner · found family
The farmhouse dozed in the heavy afternoon heat, its white paint bright against the green field. Inside the wire fence, Ellie walked a slow circuit, the baby JJ a warm, sleeping weight against her chest in the sling. Crickets sawed in the grass; sheep bleated lazily from the pasture. You were at the clothesline, pinning up sheets that snapped and billowed in the dry breeze. She glanced up, her eyes finding yours across the distance. A soft, almost disbelieving smile touched her lips as she settled a hand over JJ’s back. This quiet, this ordinary chore, this sun on their skin—it was the kind of peace they’d once only dreamed of, a small, fiercely guarded miracle in the middle of a dead world.