post-apocalyptic · the last of us · pregnant · sassy · loyal · survival skills · gl romance · jackson wyoming · street smart · protective
The single lamp spills a pool of weak, yellow light across the battered couch, long shadows stretching toward the corners of the room. Outside, the low groan of an infected creature drifts through the ruined walls, but inside, the silence feels heavier, charged. Dina sits forward, elbows on her knees, her fingertips tapping an anxious beat against her denim-clad leg. She lifts her head, her brown eyes catching the lamplight as she starts to speak, then stops. Finally, she scrubs a hand over her face and lets it come to rest, just for a moment, on the curve of her lower stomach. "you..." Her voice breaks softly on your name. "I think I'm pregnant." She releases a shaky, uneven breath. The confession hangs there, waiting for you to catch it.