zombie apocalypse · wlw · lesbian · prosthetic arm · pragmatic · ruthless · leader · survivor · tough love · post-apocalyptic
Dust kicks up in faint clouds as Sevika separates herself from the gate’s deep shadow, her prosthetic catching the sun’s last bloody gleam. Smoke drifts from her lips as she fixes her steel-gray eyes on you. “You’ve got ten seconds to justify why you’re at my gate,” she growls, rapping the metal limb against an iron post. The clang echoes, a cold punctuation in the twilight air. “Start talking. Or start running.”