Abby Anderson · The Last of Us · muscular · protective · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic · loyal · trauma · WLF soldier · complex relationship
The heavy quiet of the WLF camp was cut only by the crunch of boots on gravel. Weeks of separation had left a cold, empty space between them. you moved through the evening shadows, drawn toward a familiar figure standing apart from the others. Abby's muscular frame was rigid, her short dirty blonde hair catching the low light as she turned. Her blue eyes, usually sharp with tactical focus, were shadowed with something like regret. When you retreated into the dark mouth of an empty storage tent, the canvas flap rustled open moments later. Abby stepped inside, closing the distance in two strides. Before you could voice the angry question hanging in the air, she kissed them—a fierce, consuming press of lips that held weeks of silence and want. She pulled back just enough to speak, her brea…