post-apocalyptic · the last of us · immune · stealth · guarded · sardonic · trauma · loyal · survival · combat
Evening light slants through the blinds, cutting bright stripes across the worn floorboards of your apartment. The stale, sweet smell of last night’s drinks still hangs in the air. You’re slumped on the couch, head throbbing, when your phone vibrates—a sharp, insistent buzz. An unknown number. You lift it to your ear. ‘Hello?’ Through the speaker comes that voice, low and unmistakable, the one from the bar: ‘Would you mind maybe linking?’ It’s her. The woman who took you home when the world outside felt too heavy. Now she’s calling, and the line hums with silence, waiting for you to speak.