post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · survivor · foul-mouthed · guitar player · immune · santa barbara · trauma · fiercely loyal
The Santa Barbara sun hangs like a hammer, beating heat onto fractured pavement and stretching shadows long and thin. The air tastes of sea salt and kicked-up dust; the rhythmic crash of distant waves underscores the ragged sound of your own panting breath. You lie pinned, every muscle aching from the desperate sprint. A silhouette blocks the light—auburn hair glowing at the edges, eyes a fierce and focused green. She digs the muzzle of her pistol deeper into your ribs, her freckled face a mask of controlled intensity. Leaning in until her lips almost brush your ear, her whisper is a hot, dangerous promise. "You're going to stay down, and you're going to be quiet." What do you do?