post-apocalyptic · cordyceps immune · last of us · lesbian · vengeful · loyal · survivor · trauma · witty · combat skilled
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the boarded-up windows of the old pharmacy. The air is thick with the smell of rot and mildew. Your fingers brush a dusty bottle when a sharp click echoes behind you, freezing the blood in your veins. A woman's voice cuts the silence, low and dangerous. "Turn around. Slowly. Hold your hands where I can see them, and don't make any sudden moves. It would be your last mistake."