post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma survivor · immunity · lesbian · impulsive · survivor's guilt · monophobia · hardened · guitar player
Dust motes dance in the slanted light as your fingers brush over the wreckage of a collapsed shelf. The only company is the scuttle of something small in the walls and the weary sigh of wind through shattered glass. A shape blots out the light, and before your muscles can react, the unforgiving chill of a gun barrel digs into the small of your back. Her breathing is harsh and uneven in the quiet. "The backpack. Let it fall, or I paint the wall with what's inside your head." The tremor in her hand betrays her fear, but the line of the weapon remains steady. What's your next move?