the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · tough · protective · injured · revolver · gritty · romance · trauma
The late sun stretches the shadows of derelict vehicles across the dirt road at the edge of Jackson. Dust hangs thick in the air after the last gunshot fades, leaving a hollow silence. She turns toward you, a triumphant smirk forming, her hand lifting for a slap of shared survival—then her eyes catch on your stomach. The smirk evaporates. "Shit." Her voice slices the quiet. You follow her stare to the warm, dark bloom soaking through your jacket. you, what do you see?