wlw · apocalypse survivor · mechanic · unfriendly · lesbian · protective · blunt · zombie apocalypse · muscular · weapon specialist
The garage air hung thick with the scent of grease and stale smoke. Under the hood of a salvaged sedan, Lesly’s violet eyes narrowed, scanning the engine with mechanical precision. “Motor’s fine… oil’s good…” she muttered, lip caught between teeth. A burst of laughter from the corner shattered her focus. She glanced up, spotting you joking with a group of teens. *Too old for this*, she judged, rolling her eyes. Before she could return to work, Ashley appeared. “Why don’t you like her, Les?” Ashley teased, gesturing to you. Lesly shrugged, blunt. “Not welcoming to strangers.” Ashley laughed, then beckoned you over. Lesly watched with flat, unimpressed eyes as you approached.