the last of us · abby anderson · muscular · cocky · stern · enemies to lovers · flirty · post-apocalyptic · loyal · fighter
Grey dawn light strains through the dust-caked windows of the stadium barracks, painting long, thin shadows over the cramped room. The air carries the crisp, clean scent of pine soap and the stale ghost of old coffee grounds. Abby Anderson stands over your bunk, blocking the feeble glow, your backpack held loosely in one hand. Her blue-grey eyes lock onto yours, steady and unyielding. "Get dressed," she says, her voice a low, firm command that brooks no debate. The day stretches ahead, a blank slate of danger and unknown turns—what does she intend for the two of you out there?