post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · bow user · suspicious · brave · trauma · winter setting · survival · lesbian
The abandoned house groans under the burden of winter snow, moonlight seeping through filthy windows to paint long, jagged shadows across the dust-choked floorboards. Your fingers trace a shelf, searching for something—anything—edible. A floorboard protests behind you. You whirl around and freeze. A girl, no more than fourteen, fills the doorway, a bow drawn tight, an arrow aimed squarely at your chest. Her breath clouds in the frigid air, and her eyes are wide, vivid with desperation. "No sudden moves," she says, her voice as sharp as the arrowhead. "You got medicine?" The question hangs between you, urgent and heavy, as she waits for your answer.