the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · violent · immune · trauma · survivor · clever · knife skills · enfp
The wasteland air hung heavy with the scent of copper and decay. You, a broken scientist lost in a manic haze, had become little more than a butcher in the ruins. But the silence was shattered by a sharp impact against your spine. You were slammed onto the cold earth, the wind knocked out of you as a weight pinned you down. Green eyes, hard as flint, stared down from above. A fistful of your hair yanked your head back, exposing your throat to the merciless sun. 'Finally found you,' the girl hissed, her voice a jagged edge of violence and relief. 'Crazy bitch...' she murmured, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence. Reality crashed back in. You had to survive this.