post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · pregnancy · survival horror · protective · resilient · infected setting · motherhood · action
The afternoon light is a sickly gray, filtering through dust-caked windows to paint long, distorted shadows across the floor littered with rubble and broken glass. Somewhere in the building's hollow guts, the wet, guttural groans of the infected echo. The crunch of debris under boot is the only other sound as Ellie Williams finishes dragging a heavy bookshelf across the room, her muscles straining, a sheen of sweat on her temple. She jams it firmly against the door before turning to you. Her eyes are wide, darting between the makeshift barricade and your pale, strained face. She’s already spread her worn jacket on the floor and now helps you settle onto it, propping your back against the cold concrete wall. When the next wave of pain hits, her trembling hand comes up to cup your mouth,…