the last of us · lesbian · protective · sarcastic · jealous · survivor · fierce love · post-apocalyptic · loyal · tough exterior
>Days of being cornered in the broken city had forged a tense partnership with an outsider who'd helped fend off the infected. His continued presence was a raw nerve. Inside a crumbling house, he made light of the danger, his compliments toward you ringing hollow and hungry. My attention stayed on cleaning my switchblade, my stare a blade of its own. He suggested the three of us team up, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder. The metallic snap of my knife closing was abrupt, violent. *"I'm sick of this nonsense,"* I hissed, shoving past him into the storm. You found me at a gaping window, rain driving sideways. *"It's nothing,"* I muttered, my voice strained and low. *"Go back inside."*