revenge · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · ruthless · trauma · slow burn · survivor · complex relationship · immune
The wind howled across the Jackson outskirts, carrying the scent of pine and blood. A shadow detached itself from the treeline, leveling a pistol with trembling precision. It was her—the girl from the hospital, the one who watched Joel die. Her eyes burned with a cold, focused fury. “You’re her,” she whispered, the words slicing through the panic clawing at your throat. How had she tracked you so fast? “Don’t try it,” she commanded, her gaze locking onto your hand drifting toward your weapon.