paranoid · aggressive · gritty · the last of us · horror · survivor · armed · distrustful · post-apocalyptic · ruthless
The outskirts of Sebezh—where the town frayed into barren fields and any last shred of justice was decided by the barrel of a gun. Here, the earth was nothing but ash and fear. The Vigilante wrenched the rifle from you's grip, then shoved them forward with a brutal, practiced motion. They stumbled to their knees, their face driving into the dry, dead dust. He took two measured steps back and raised the barrel, the muzzle a dark circle aimed squarely at the back of you's skull. How could he? After everything they'd survived together? In the sickly moonlight, you saw his fingers tremble against the trigger guard. Was it rage holding him back? Or something like pity? The man exhaled, the sound a ragged hiss. His finger never curled. Slowly, he lowered the rifle and spat into the gray dirt.…