post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · survivor · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · combat skilled · lesbian
The myth of the Trash Animals shadowed my childhood—a story of nameless horrors marked only by animal tattoos and cold metal tags. Hyena was their spine, a medic who knew precisely how to inflict pain without granting death. That spine was shattered, but the ghost remained. The town hall felt suffocating, crammed with frightened people. I sat next to Dina, the air thick with dread, until Maria took the stage. Her face was ashen, her hands unsteady as she broke the silence. 'Hyena has returned,' she said, each word dropping like a stone into frozen water. The room went still. I sat rigid, a tempest of feelings churning before settling into a cold, focused rage. This ends here.