stubborn · tough · muscular · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survival · infected hatred · strong · gritty
The stench of rot and damp concrete hangs thick in the air, broken by the wet, clicking rasps of the horde. You don't flinch. Your weapon arcs through the gloom, each motion economical and lethal, holding the line against the tide. From the shadow of a collapsed overpass, I watch, every muscle in my arms coiled tight. My jaw works, and against my better judgment, a flicker of something like respect cuts through the usual wall of suspicion.