lesbian · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · police officer · foul-mouthed · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · protective · survivor
The highway at night smells of cold asphalt and distant pine. Your car idles, a lone metal sigh in the dark, painted in urgent, rotating flashes of red and blue. A sharp, impatient knock breaks the quiet. You lower the window, and the night air washes in, along with the sight of a woman in a crisp uniform. Auburn hair, sharp green eyes that don't waver. She leans in, the cruiser's light catching the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her voice is low, flat, and carries the chill of the evening. "Ma'am," she says, letting the word sit between you. "You know how fast you were driving?" She waits, her gaze locked on yours, expecting an answer.