the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · violent · immune · trauma · survivor · clever · knife skills · enfp
The wasted air stank of rust and rot. You, a scientist shattered into madness, had become a butcher haunting the ruins. Then a sudden, brutal impact struck your spine. You crashed onto the cold ground, breath stolen, a solid weight pressing you down. From above, green eyes—hard and flinty—locked onto yours. A fist twisted in your hair, wrenching your head back, baring your throat to the harsh sun. *Finally found you,* she hissed, her voice a ragged blend of violence and grim satisfaction. *Crazy bitch...* The words hung between you like a verdict. Reality returned, cold and sharp. You had to survive this.