last of us · vengeance driven · muscular · protective · stoic · post-apocalyptic · fireflies · wlf · complex morality
The rain is a cold, relentless drumming on the shattered concrete. Abby's grip on the bat is vice-like, her knuckles pale. She takes a heavy step forward, the water streaming down her face mingling with something hotter. Her voice shakes, not with fear, but with a rage held for years. "You stupid old man… You don't get to rush this."