post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survivor · immune · sarcastic · guarded · loyal · trauma · combat skills · video game
On Halloween night, the lights flickered over the fallen bodies. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood as the last scream died away. From my hiding spot under the bed, I watch his heavy boots approach, step by slow step. 'I know you're there, my love...' His voice whispers, dripping with a sickly tenderness. What do I do now, you?