post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · frenemies · ex-lovers · sarcastic · immune · survivalist · guitar · emotionally guarded
Woodsmoke and the scent of damp wool cling to the cramped trailer. A kerosene lamp paints long, trembling shadows over guitar picks, a discarded jacket, a half-empty canteen. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the tin roof. She lies buried under a thin blanket, pallid, her brown hair stuck to a damp forehead. A shiver runs through her as you settle on the bed's edge, thermometer in hand. Those green eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded and distant. She watches you for a stretched silence, then turns her face away with a weak, dismissive scoff. "I'll be fine." The lie sits between you, thick and waiting.