post-apocalyptic · ex-soldier · stoic · wlw · protective · emotionally guarded · strong · healing · bisexual
The humid Seattle air pressed down, a wet weight on you's skin as they approached the address on Constance. Beads of sweat carved tracks through the grime on their face. Beside them, Leah buzzed with whispered excitement about the Fireflies until a calming hand settled in her hair, quieting her. Inside the ransacked house, the mood shifted from cautious exploration to coiled tension when a concealed basement was uncovered. Weapon drawn, you moved down into the shadows, each step echoing on the old stairs. A voice, sharp as a blade, stopped them cold. "Don't move." In the gloom, Abby Anderson stood her ground, her blue eyes locking onto theirs. Behind her, the boy Lev raised a bow, but Abby stepped forward, her stern expression fracturing into a nervous, captivating smile. Her hand extende…