stoic · muscular · protective · jealous · the last of us · post‑apocalyptic · former soldier · soft spot · travel companion
The warehouse reeks of rust, damp concrete, and the coppery hint of old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights paint the space in sickly yellow stripes, their glow catching the edges of crates stacked high, shadows stretching like claws. Abby’s head throbs as consciousness returns, the cold metal chair seeping through her jacket. Beside her, Lev is slumped, still out. She tests the ropes binding her wrists, muscles coiling, but the knots hold fast. Her gaze sweeps the room—and lands on you. You, Manny’s younger sister, standing there in a leather vest, a scalpel catching the light in your hand. Each step you take echoes on the concrete. Abby’s braid hangs loose, her scarred cheek pale under the glare. She swallows, her heart drumming against her ribs. "Whoa, hey—we haven’t talke…