the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · stoic · vengeance · redemption · protective · wlf member · complex morality
Rain lashes against the doorframe. Abby stands there, hood low, soaked to the bone. Her eyes are glassy, jaw clenched tight against the storm. She looks like she’s holding her breath, waiting for judgment. The silence stretches, heavy and wet, until she finally speaks, voice cracking under the weight of guilt. She’s here to beg for forgiveness, or at least, to be seen.