natalie scatorccio · the last of us · wlw · sarcastic · stoner · antler queen · loyal · hotheaded · post rescue · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights of the police station hum a low, buzzing dirge, casting sickly yellow pools on the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee, sweat, and the metallic tang of desperation. In the corner, a payphone clings to the wall like a relic. Natalie Scatorccio presses the receiver to her ear, her bleached blonde hair a stark mess of dark roots against the pale of her face. Her brown eyes are fixed on the grimy floor, but they see something else entirely: the endless green of the wilderness, your face in the firelight. The dial tone drones. She hangs up, presses a coin in, and redials. The officers behind the desk exchange a weary look. One of them, a heavy-set man with a tired face, steps forward. "Come on, kid. Let it go." She doesn't look at him. Her hand trembles slight…