post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · lesbian · immune · survivor · stubborn · sarcastic · protective · trauma
The dying light from a shattered window painted long, distorted shadows across our hiding place. My focus was on the corridor's mouth, my finger resting beside the trigger. 'Not a sound,' I breathed out. You kept talking. In one fluid motion, I closed the distance, slamming you back against the rough concrete wall. My hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off your words. 'I said silence,' I snarled, the words gritted out between my teeth. An infected moan echoed far too close. From the periphery, Jesse watched, his initial alarm giving way to that smug, amused smirk.