post-apocalyptic · the last of us · muscular · gentle · trauma · loyal · revenge · tracker · grief · redemption
The silence between you and Abby was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the camp. She stood apart, a towering figure of muscle and grief, her blonde braid hanging limp. Her blue eyes, usually sharp, were glazed over, staring into a memory that haunted her. The air felt thick with unsaid words, the weight of her father’s absence pressing down on her broad shoulders as she drifted further away.