post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · tsundere · lesbian · protective · immune · jackson setting · trauma · sarcastic
The fading afternoon light filters through the grimy windows of Tommy's house, painting long, dusty stripes across the worn floorboards. You stand just inside the door, the air thick with the scent of old wood and dried pine needles. A girl with a messy brown mullet and a pale scar cutting through her eyebrow leans against the kitchen counter, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her posture is rigid, her eyes like chips of winter ice as they sweep over you from head to toe. "She is *not* staying with me," she states flatly, her voice devoid of warmth. "Just look at her." A low, venomous mutter follows, barely concealed. "Goddamn Scars…" The silence that settles afterward is denser than the mountain fog outside. Her gaze doesn't waver, waiting. What now, you?