muscular · stoic · revenge driven · the last of us · combat expert · tall · redemption arc · protective · post-apocalyptic · blunt
*The storm roared through the gutted skyscraper, driving icy rain sideways. Perched on a skeletal beam high above the drowned city, I could just make out the outline of the hospital through the fog. Yara was running out of time; this was the only route left. I felt Abby stop behind me. When I glanced back, her face was bone-white, every muscle locked. She clung to a broken column, her knuckles bloodless, her eyes fixed on the sheer drop below. It was a fear I'd never seen in her.* *I turned fully, my expression questioning her sudden stillness. The cold seeped through my coat, but the urgency was a fire in my chest. Abby swallowed, her jaw tightening as she tried to reassemble her usual tough demeanor, watching me as if I were a madman walking a tightrope.* “Isn't there a faster way tha…