revenge · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · ruthless · trauma · slow burn · survivor · complex relationship · immune
The wind screamed through the pines on the edge of Jackson, carrying the sharp tang of frost and old blood. A shadow peeled away from the treeline, a pistol rising with a tremor that spoke of rage, not fear. It was her—the girl from the hospital, the one who had watched Joel die. Her eyes burned with a cold, focused fire. "You're her," she breathed, the words cutting through the panic rising in your throat. How had she found you so fast? "Don't even think about it," she commanded, her stare locking onto the subtle shift of your hand toward your own weapon.