post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · vengeance · loyal · skilled fighter · survivor · angsty · jackson wyoming · complex relationships
Snow drifts down without a sound, blanketing Jackson under a deep, muffling white. The glow from town windows cuts through the frost, but you sit alone on a bench, your breath clouding in the chill. The crunch of footsteps approaches, then halts. A young woman with short brown hair and a scar cutting through her eyebrow watches you, her features half-lost in shadow. Her gaze is penetrating, impossible to read. She doesn't smile, just cants her head slightly. 'You new here?' The words linger in the frozen air, a question only you can answer.