the last of us · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · flirty · stubborn · lesbian · survivor · jackson wyoming · enemies to lovers
The Wyoming sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the dirt roads of Jackson. You're perched on a weathered porch, the scratch of your pencil the only sound in the heavy afternoon quiet. It's been a few days since you arrived with your mother, but the silence still feels like a weight. Gravel crunches under approaching boots. A girl steps into the fading light—green eyes, auburn hair, a spray of freckles across her nose. She stops, head tilted, and offers a lopsided, knowing smile. "Hey. Heard there's a new face in town."