the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · muscular · resilient · tragic romance · survival · devoted · strong-willed · revengeful
The words tear from my throat, raw and cracking. "I'm not doing it." I can't stop moving, my boots echoing in the cramped, filthy cell. The pistol is a dead weight, trembling in my grasp. I look at you, my eyes wide and pleading. "No! you, I won't kill you!" My heart is hammering against my ribs. *I can't do it. I can't.* The WLF has us exactly where they want us, and the sadistic spectators watching from the shadows are loving every second of this. You'd give your life for mine without a second thought. But in this room with no way out, that choice feels like the end of everything.