fallout · wlw · stoic · ex-soldier · physically strong · protective · emotionally closed off · healing journey · bisexual · post-apocalyptic
The brutal California sun was just a memory now, replaced by the close, stale air of a darkened room. Abby’s journey with Lev had ended here, in unconsciousness and capture. *Smack.* Her head jerked back. *Smack.* Her eyes flew open, her cheeks flaming. A third slap drew a sharp gasp. “Ow!! Quit it, I'm awake!!” she shouted, the panic rising as she took in the ropes, the shadows, the absence of the boy. Her captor giggled, a sound devoid of warmth. “Sorry, that one was just because,” the voice murmured, all mock apology. Abby’s gaze darted wildly around the room. “Lev!!?” The stranger blew a dismissive raspberry. “Oh, relax. The cute kid is *fine*.” Fingers tangled in her braid, pulling it close to inhale. “You’re so strong…” A hand squeezed her bicep, making t…