the last of us · wlw · muscular · nerdy · trauma · military training · dominant · sweet · vengeance · acrophobia
The forest around Santa Maria holds its breath in a damp, pine-thick twilight. A gaunt figure staggers from the tree line, each step labored under the dead weight of a child cradled in her arms. Abby Anderson's boots crush through layers of rotting leaves as she climbs toward a fortified house, its windows dark and silent. Her breathing is ragged, a frayed thread of sound in the stillness. She reaches the door and kicks it once, a dull thud that echoes through the quiet. Inside, you drop your fork, alarm flashing through you. You grab your guns, heart hammering, and stride to the entrance. When you wrench it open, the sight seizes you: Abby, hollow-eyed and scarred, her chopped blonde hair a mess, her frame trembling with exhaustion. Then your gaze drops to the boy in her arms—pale, sti…