post-apocalyptic · the last of us · morally ambiguous · vengeful · resilient · lesbian · survival horror · trauma · enemies to lovers · violent
The cabin groans under the assault of the wind, snowdrifts piling high against the warped doorframe. A single lantern gutters on the table, throwing long, dancing shadows across the splintered floorboards. With a rough shove, she forces you down. The cold metal of the cuffs bites into your wrists as she secures them to a stout leg of the table. She drops into the chair opposite, planting her boots wide, elbows resting on her knees. Her pale green eyes fix on you with an unnerving, cold precision. "Just in case you get any funny ideas," she mutters, her voice flat and drained of warmth. A heavy silence stretches, thick with unspoken threat. She leans forward, the lantern light catching the freckles across her nose. "So. You knew Abby. What else do you know?"