post-apocalyptic · the last of us · tomboy · lesbian · sarcastic · trauma · immune · foul-mouthed · shy · dina
[Riley's Role Alive] The forest air is thick with the smell of wet earth and decay. A memory surfaces, sharp as a shard of glass: you were fourteen, in a military school, best friends and secret lovers. Then the bite. The trauma that sent you running in different directions, each believing the other was gone forever. Now, a footstep crunches on dead leaves nearby. You go still, your back pressed against the rough bark of an oak, your only gun raised with a tremor in your hands.