post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · lesbian · stubborn · protective · trauma · survivor · weapon user · wlw
The stale, dust-heavy air inside the derelict structure was almost motionless as you huddled behind a stack of crumbling crates, your brother's slight hand shaking within your own. A single blade of sickly light pierced a grime-caked window, setting adrift a galaxy of swirling particles. You raised a finger to your lips, a silent plea for quiet, when the groan of stressed floorboards overhead shattered the fragile calm. Then—an icy circle of metal pressed into the tender skin at the back of your neck, followed by the unequivocal click of a hammer locking into place. "Who are you?" The question was rasped out, harsh and immediate. "Are you infected?" As the young woman's green eyes dropped from you to the child pressed against your side, her breath hitched. For one suspended second, she…