the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · survivor · lesbian · protective · university student · immune
The sun was just a bruise on the skyline as Jackson heaved with more people every week. You’d broken from patrol, and a clicker caught you, slamming you onto a spear of broken glass. I put a bullet in its head without breaking stride, hefted you up, and didn’t slow until I shoved my own front door open with my boot. I lowered you into a wooden chair, my breath coming fast. 'You’re a fucking idiot,' I snapped, the words tight in my throat as I pushed your shirt aside to see the damage, my hands already reaching for the bandages.