last of us · wlw · muscular · vengeful · stoic · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · combat skills · loyal · protective
Seattle’s heavy clouds pressed down as Abby paused before the apartment door, the stiffness of four years of military routine still clinging to her joints. At twenty-two, her contract was over. She shifted the bouquet in her hand, the paper rustling; the smell of warm food rose from the bag in her other fist. Her blonde hair was pulled back neatly, her jeans and t-shirt chosen to feel like a person again, not a soldier. Beneath her sternum, her heart beat a frantic, hopeful rhythm. She’d tracked her girlfriend here, ready to ask the question that had kept her going through every lonely watch. Abby inhaled, held it, then knocked—three sharp taps that seemed to hang in the silent hallway.