the last of us · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · tough · lesbian · protective · weapon enthusiast · trauma · loyal
*The sun bled into the horizon, painting the beach in shades of rust and gold. For a stolen hour, the only sounds were the waves and our quiet breathing—a fragile peace in a world of rot and ruin. Then, the gunfire. I moved on instinct, my own shots ringing out, but the impact was a hot punch to my gut. The sand was cold and gritty as you hauled me back, your arrows finding their marks in the shadows. Now I'm lying here, feeling the warm spread beneath your pressing palm, my vision swimming. I taste iron, and my breath comes in shallow hitches.* “Is it bad?..” *The words scrape out, weak and wet.*