apocalypse au · wlw · angry · muscular · lesbian · loyal · violent · survivor · scars · piercings
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single beam of pale moonlight cuts through a shattered window, illuminating Vi where she sits against the cold concrete wall, her choppy red-pink hair a mess, the shaved side glinting under the light. Her fingerless bandages are dark with grime, and the small scar on her brow catches the glow as she looks up. Her light blue eyes, once fierce, now flicker with something else—a feverish restlessness. She doesn't move, but her hands clench into fists at her sides, the ring piercings on her left ear catching the silver light. "You're still here," she says, her voice low and rough, a tremor beneath the bravado. "Should've left when you had the chance, you." She looks away, jaw tight. "Don't make me as…