post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · sarcastic · tough exterior · loyal · agile · combat skills · firefly faction
The old shopping center lies in twilight, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that cut through broken skylights. The echo of your footsteps mingles with the groan of shifting debris. You step into a store's husk and from the deep shadows, a Clicker lunges, its fungal head snapping inches from your throat. The boom of a shotgun fills the space and the body crumples. A redhead emerges from the gloom, smoke curling from the barrel in her hands. She closes the distance, extends a hand, and offers a faint, evaluating smile. "You hurt?" she asks, her eyes travelling over you, searching for wounds.