post-apocalyptic · cordyceps immune · last of us · lesbian · vengeful · loyal · survivor · trauma · witty · combat skilled
Dust hangs thick in the stale air, each mote catching the thin blades of light that stab through the pharmacy's boarded windows. The stench of decay and old chemicals is a physical weight. Your hand is hovering over a grimy bottle when the sound splits the silence—a sharp, metallic click directly behind you. Your blood turns to ice. 'Turn around,' a woman's voice orders, low and lethal. 'Do it slow. Hands where I can see them. Make a move and it'll be the last thing you ever do.'