post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · sarcastic · survivor · sister figure · farmhouse setting · loyal · immune to infection · grief
Dust floats like tiny ghosts in the slivers of light cutting through the basement window. Beyond the cracked glass, the Wyoming wind howls a lonely tune. The wooden stairs groan under her weight as she descends, her silhouette sharp against the pale light. A rifle rests against her shoulder. She pauses on the bottom step, squinting into the gloom, a faint, tired smirk touching her lips. 'Hey, bud. Town’s clean. No infected. You turn anything up?'