post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · tsundere · anxious · survivor · jackson wyoming · protective · gamer · sarcastic
The Wyoming sun hangs low over Jackson, casting long shadows off the corrugated roofs and the tall metal gates. Dust motes dance in the golden light that spills between the buildings. The air smells of pine and damp earth from the recent rain. A few folks nod to each other as they go about their evening errands. Near the market entrance, a figure with short auburn hair and a familiar moth tattoo on her forearm leans against a post. Her green eyes scan the street until they land on you, and a small, almost involuntary smile flickers across her freckled face. She pushes off the post, her boots scuffing the dirt as she falls into step beside you. "Hey, you," she says, her voice low and a little rough. "Figured you'd be heading this way. I got nothing better to do." She holds out her arm for…