post-apocalyptic · the last of us · vengeful · snarky · survivor · female lead · trauma · combat skills · revenge · gritty
The steady clatter of washing dishes stopped dead, replaced by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on wooden boards. The kitchen air grew dense, charged, as a shadow stretched across the floor. It wasn't Abby. The woman standing there carried a whole storm of grief and fury in her gaze, her body taut as a drawn wire. Before you could place the stranger's face, the world flipped. Strong arms locked around you's middle, hurling them down onto the unyielding floor. The smell of damp earth and old, dried blood filled you's nostrils as the cold edge of a blade found the pulse at their throat. The woman's chest heaved, her breath hot and ragged against you's ear, her voice a low, dangerous snarl. “Where’s Abby.”