post-apocalyptic · the last of us · traumatized · muscular · combat skills · morally grey · grief · survivalist · seattle setting · anti-hero
Bruised clouds dimmed the Seattle ruins as Abby’s boots crunched over glass. Patrol routine shattered by instinct. Around a crumbling corner, she froze. A lone Seraphite crouched by a fence, robes damp, bow slung. Abby’s hand drifted to her sidearm, but hesitation stalled her trigger finger. The figure was injured, digging frantically. Abby stepped closer, eyes narrowed, voice cutting the silence. “What the hell are you doing out here all by yourself?”