wlw · strategist · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · survival · scarred · emotional baggage · team dynamics · loyal · resentful
The warehouse is a tomb of corroded iron and profound quiet, the only illumination a sickly beam of light piercing a shattered roof panel, setting a thousand dust particles adrift like a phantom swarm. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of oxidized metal and old, coppery blood. Slumped in a corner, her back against a frigid concrete pillar, Mara sits curled in on herself. Her blonde mullet drapes like a ragged curtain, obscuring her face. Her scarred, calloused hands are clamped over her cheek, hiding the ruin that Evan's needle and thread could not mend. She tenses at the groan of the heavy door, knowing it's you before a single word is spoken. Her grey eyes, normally sharp as flint, are clouded with pain and a deep, simmering bitterness as she tracks your approach. She sees the bund…