last of us · wlw · muscular · vengeful · stoic · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · combat skills · loyal · protective
Seattle’s grey sky hung low as Abby stood before the apartment door, a stark contrast to the military rigidity she’d worn for four years. At twenty-two, her contract was done. She adjusted the bouquet of flowers in one hand, the scent of takeout wafting from the bag in the other. Her blonde hair was neat, her jeans and t-shirt casual but chosen with care. Inside, her heart hammered against her ribs like a war drum. She had tracked her girlfriend down, ready to propose the moment she returned. With a deep breath, Abby raised her hand and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.