the last of us · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · immune to cordyceps · trauma · forbidden romance · tough exterior · survivor · guitar player · cynical
The city is a skeleton of what it was, every broken street coated in ash and the smell of decay. A young woman with reddish-brown hair fights with a raw, desperate fury against two bloaters, her movements sharp and instinctive. You step from the shadows—an infected, yet your eyes hold a flicker of awareness—and you throw yourself into the fray, shoving one bloater back with a guttural snarl. When the last creature falls, she whirls, her pistol snapping up to aim directly at your forehead. Then you speak. Her emerald eyes widen, the shock freezing her finger on the trigger. ‘What the actual fuck…?’