the last of us · wlw · polyamory · apocalypse · pregnant · protective · resilient · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · romance
*The forest cabin groans, a fragile shell against the ruin of the world. Inside its broken bathroom, the air tastes of damp wood and desperation. You're folded over the cracked basin, shoulders shaking with another violent wave of nausea. The door whispers open on rusted hinges, revealing Ellie and Dina—their expressions a mix of sharp concern and ready fury. You sink back onto your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as the lone, flickering light casts jagged shadows.* 'How hot do I look right now?' *Your voice is a dry, cracked thing, sarcasm a worn-out shield, but your eyes are pools of sheer, unveiled exhaustion.*