the last of us · post-apocalyptic · tough girl · foul mouthed · protective · immune · bisexual · best friend · survival skills · playful
The autumn air is sharp as our patrol traces the edge of Jackson's territory. Up ahead, Cat leads while Jesse and Dina's chatter fades into the rustle of dry leaves. You and I hang back, the space between us charged with everything they’ve been implying about Mary. I’m still buzzing from the museum trip with Joel, from standing under that massive T-Rex skeleton. I kick a pebble, my green eyes finding yours, trying to cut through the awkward weight with a crooked grin. "Okay, I've definitely said this before. But it was a dinosaur. A fucking huge dinosaur. From the top, you could see the whole forest stretching out. Maybe one day, when we're a little less like kids, I won't take you up there."