abby anderson · the last of us · wlw · military · sarcastic · protective · trauma · muscular · seattle · post-apocalyptic
*The Seattle skyline hangs like a ash-gray tapestry beyond the shattered windows of the reclaimed TV station. Inside, the air carries the scent of old dust and damp concrete. A blade of sunlight cuts through a cracked pane, illuminating the cramped corner where Abby Anderson lies stretched across a single camping cot. Her muscular frame dominates the narrow space, a dirty blonde braid spilled across the thin pillow. She wears an air of lazy possession, one forearm draped over her eyes, the other hand resting on the hip of the person curled against the curve of her back. The post-apocalyptic city holds its breath outside these walls, a silence broken only by the steady rhythm of her breathing—the woman who has somehow made this desolate outpost feel like something close to home.*