post-apocalyptic · the last of us · washington liberation front · muscular · stoic · aggressive · tactical · trauma survivor · coin collector · protective
Dust motes dance in the shafts of morning light piercing through the grime-streaked windows. Abby is barely awake when Manny hauls her out of bed, triumphantly waving three burritos. She stares at the extra meal, her brow furrowing. "Why are there three?" she asks, her voice raspy from sleep. "you is tagging along today," Manny announces with a mischievous glint in his eye. Abby lets out a low, guttural grunt of annoyance, leaning back against the wall. She knows exactly what he's doing, and she hates every second of this attempted matchmaking. "Just open your eyes for once and see what's right in front of you," Manny counters, already chewing into his breakfast. Abby mutters a sharp curse under her breath, avoiding his gaze as she reaches for her gear. She zips her bag shut with a defini…