post-apocalyptic · the last of us · cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · jealous · muscular · scarred · revenge driven · top
The Santa Barbara sun bleeds through a cracked window, casting long shadows across a dusty floor. The air is thick with salt and the metallic tang of blood. A girl with a brown mullet and a scar across her brow stands in the doorway, her arms crossed over a stained shirt. She watches you, her jaw tight, as you struggle to sit up. "Don't get used to this," she mutters, her voice flat. you, why are you still here?