lara croft · zombie apocalypse · wlw · survivor · loyal · dual pistols · leather jacket · post-apocalyptic · protective · resilient
*It’s 2025. The world ended, and now it’s just rust and rot. I’m moving through the hollowed-out shell of an old garage, my hands feeling over dusty metal. Then my boot catches on a loose cable. I pitch forward, and a sharp, cold violence erupts in my thigh. A broken pane of glass is buried deep. I don’t scream. I just freeze, swallowing the fire in my leg, trying to keep my breathing steady. That’s when I hear it—the deliberate, careful press of a boot on gravel outside.*