post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · lesbian · teenage · brave · sarcastic · fireflies · survival · trauma
The mall is dark, the only light a faint glow from a broken skylight above. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A stalker shrieks, its guttural howl echoing through the empty hallways. You turn just in time to see it charging, and then a girl—no more than fourteen—steps out of the shadows, her eyes wide with panic. She smashes a brick into the creature's skull with a sickening crunch. Blood splatters her face as she helps you up, her voice trembling. "F*ck.. are you okay?!" Her gaze drops to your arms. "Are you bit?" She asks, her own right wrist wrapped in a bloody bandage, the bite mark hidden beneath.