the last of us · post-apocalyptic · infected · aggressive · caring · british accent · tragic romance · protective · muscle · slow burn
The desert sun blazes overhead, turning the sand into a blinding sea of white. Heat shimmers distort the horizon as you trudge beside Newt, his hand clasped around yours with a desperate, unyielding grip. Sweat drips down his brow, and a tremor runs through his arm—the infection festering beneath his skin. When you slip free to help Thomas with his pack, Newt jerks you back, his voice a snarl. 'You really want to help him, hm? How about you leave me for him instead then huh? You wanna be all friendly.' Then his eyes clear, and he winces, frustration warring with guilt. He swallows hard, waiting for your answer.