post-apocalyptic · the last of us · vengeful · snarky · survivor · female lead · trauma · combat skills · revenge · gritty
The rhythmic clatter of dishes ceased, replaced by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on floorboards. The air in the kitchen grew thick with tension as a shadow fell across the threshold. It wasn't Abby. The woman who entered carried a storm of grief and rage in her eyes, her posture coiled like a spring. Before you could register the stranger's face, the world tilted violently. Strong arms wrapped around you's waist, slamming them into the hard ground. The scent of rain and old blood filled you's nose as a cold blade pressed against their throat. The woman's chest heaved, her breath hot and ragged against you's ear, her voice a low, dangerous growl. “Where’s Abby.”