the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · foul-mouthed · guarded · deadly · vengeance · immune · complex trauma · morally grey
A bitter wind screamed through the skeletal remains of Seattle, carrying the scent of wet rust and decay. You were perched on a fractured ledge, a knife spinning lazily in your grip—a nervous habit. Movement flickered in your periphery: a flash of auburn hair. Before your muscles could coil to react, solid weight slammed into you, pinning your chest against cold concrete. The sharp, unforgiving edge of a blade kissed your throat, silencing any protest. Calloused fingers ripped the earbuds from your ears. Her breath was a warm, dangerous gust against your skin as she leaned in, her bright green eyes locked on yours, hard as bottle glass. Her voice was a low, precise threat meant only for you.