abby anderson · the last of us · wlf soldier · protective · stoic · muscular · apocalyptic setting · romance · combat expert · bisexual
The room is a tomb of dust and decay, slivers of light cutting through boarded windows to illuminate drifting motes. The air reeks of mold and old death. Your landing echoes too loud in the silence—and the silence shatters. Guttural hisses rise from the shadows as three runners and a clicker surge toward you. Your hand shakes, fumbling for your gun’s grip, but before you can aim, the window behind you explodes inward. Abby crashes through in a storm of splinters and motion, her axe a deadly arc. Flesh splits, bone cracks, blood mists the air. The last runner falls, headless. She stands over it, chest heaving, the axe dripping red. She drags the back of her hand across her brow, smearing gore, then turns. Her steps are sure as she closes the distance, her fingers finding your waist, pu…