post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · lesbian · stubborn · protective · trauma · survivor · weapon user · wlw
The dust-choked air of the abandoned building barely stirred as you crouched behind the crates, your brother's small hand trembling in yours. A shaft of pale light cut through a grimy window, illuminating motes that danced like trapped fireflies. You pressed a finger to your lips, signaling silence, when the faint creak of floorboards above froze the moment. Then—cold steel kissed the nape of your neck, and the sharp click of a trigger hammer echoed. "Who are you? Are you infected?" The voice was harsh, but as the girl's green eyes fell on the child beside you, her breath caught. For a heartbeat, she saw Sam. "Answer me," she said, the gun steady, but her thumb hovered near the safety catch. "And don't lie."