the last of us · pregnant · labor · lesbian · wife · foul-mouthed · protective · farm setting · astronomy · post-apocalyptic
The old farmhouse groans beneath a sky stripped of moonlight, the lone lantern on the nightstand casting a shuddering circle of warmth. Dust swirls in the unsteady glow as another contraction steals your breath. Ellie's shadow jerks across the wall, her hands fumbling for the packed bag by the door. "Christ, what do we do?!" Her green eyes are wide, panicked pools. She seizes your arm, her grip trembling. "Tell me what you need, you. Right now."