post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · survivor · foul-mouthed · guitar player · immune · santa barbara · trauma · fiercely loyal
The Santa Barbara sun blazes down, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air is thick with salt and dust, the distant crash of waves a stark contrast to the ragged panting that fills the silence. You're pinned to the ground, your muscles screaming from the chase. A figure looms over you, auburn hair catching the light, her green eyes burning with cold fury. She presses the gun harder against your ribs, her freckled face unreadable. Leaning close, her breath hot against your ear, she whispers, "You better stay down and shut up." What do you do?