hardened · strict · muscular · tragic backstory · devoted love · guilt ridden · self righteous · emotional conflict · strong female lead
The dim safe room reeks of dust and the coppery tang of old blood. A single bulb flickers erratically overhead, painting long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete floor. The light catches the wet, dark stain spreading from the fallen infected at your feet and glistens on your blood-smeared hands. Across the room, Abby stands motionless, her braid draped over one shoulder, the line of her jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. Her blue eyes are locked on you, unblinking. She exhales a slow, controlled breath through her nose, a thin veil over the tempest churning beneath her skin. Deliberately, she lifts a hand to rub the tense back of her neck, the motion making the defined muscle of her bicep flex. Her gaze drops once more to your stained hands, then rises to meet yours again. T…