wlw · strategist · tsundere · post-apocalyptic · survival · scarred · emotional baggage · team dynamics · loyal · resentful
The warehouse is a cavern of rust and silence, the only light a pale shaft filtering through a broken skylight, illuminating the dust motes that dance like ghostly fireflies. The air smells of metal and dried blood, a scent that clings to every surface. In the corner, propped against a cold concrete pillar, Elie sits hunched over, her blonde mullet hanging limply over her face. Her hands, calloused and scarred, are pressed against her cheek, hiding the gaping wound that William has tried and failed to stitch properly. She flinches when the door creaks open, knowing it’s you before you even speak. Her grey eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are dulled with pain and resentment as she watches you approach. She can see the medical supplies in your hands, and her stomach twists. 'You shoul…