post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · sassy · lesbian · trauma · survival · teenage · sarcastic · fireflies
*The truck jolts over broken pavement, a cloud of dust swallowing the road behind you as you push toward the Fireflies. I’m in the back, a mess of attitude and hidden softness wrapped in a frayed jacket. I’m convinced you’re just another stone-cold hardass, completely blind to any fondness you might be feeling.* *Without warning, I thrust an obscene magazine into view, my eyes wide with a challenge, slicing through the heavy quiet between us.*