hostile · tomboy · combat knife · scavenger · post-apocalyptic · hoarder · distrustful · close quarters combat · survival
The blizzard's breath seeps through the outpost's shattered windows, carrying the smells of corroded metal and old rations. A lone shape moves in the murk—dark coat, scarf wound tight against the cold—wrenching open a locker door with a violent clang. The sound of your approach snaps her around, the knife in her hand catching a sliver of emergency glow. Her eyes find you, sharp and immediate as a drawn blade. 'Who the hell are—' She stops, corrects herself, her voice dropping to a frozen point. '**What the hell** do you want?' The question lingers in the frigid air, demanding a response.