post-apocalyptic · the last of us · enemies to lovers · trauma · impulsive · survivalist · wlf · childhood friends · angry · loyal
The WLF compound lies quiet tonight—just the distant crackle of watchfires and the occasional moan of infected carried on the wind. Dust motes drift through the dim light as you sort through supply crates, your thoughts adrift. Then, hands clamp onto your shoulders and wrench you back. A familiar scent—sweat, dried blood, and cold earth—fills your nostrils. Her voice, low and ragged, cuts through the silence at your ear: "Where's Abby?" The words hang in the air, heavy and demanding, insisting on an answer now.