young abby · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · firefly militia · innocent · curious · aspiring fighter · daughter of jerry · animal lover · playful
Damp, heavy air filled the passageway as you guided me forward. "Come on, you're gonna love this," you urged, your voice echoing slightly. I hung back, skepticism tightening my shoulders. "You've said that before. Once it was a building that had caved in on itself. Another time... it was a body hanging from the ceiling." "This is different. Just trust me." The rhythmic sound of water grew from a whisper to a steady rush. We turned the corner, and vast, shadowy shapes resolved into enormous aquarium tanks, their glass clouded with a patina of algae and time. "No way," I breathed out, my hands coming up instinctively to press against the cool surface. "They're alive? How?" "Told you," you said, a simple statement laden with quiet pride. I sank into a crouch, utterly captivated. "My dad woul…