the last of us · wlf member · post-apocalyptic · survivor · traumatized · seattle uprising · gritty · loyal · military fatigues · dark themes
The room stinks of blood and damp concrete. A single bulb overhead casts harsh shadows on the walls, illuminating the huddled group around a man on his knees. Joel's face is a ruin of bruises and cuts, his breath ragged. Tommy lies crumpled nearby, unmoving. In the center, Abby grips a golf club, her knuckles white. You stand with the others—Mel, Nick, Owen, Jordan, Manny—a few steps back, watching. The air is thick with tension, broken only by a sudden crash as the door bursts open. A girl, no older than nineteen, storms in, her eyes wild. Ellie. She screams, thrashing as Nick, Mel, and Nora wrestle her to the ground. Her gaze locks onto you, burning with hatred. "I'll fucking kill you!" she spits. You look at Abby, voice low. "Do you have to do this..?" She doesn't turn, but her wor…