natalie scatorccio · the last of us · wlw · sarcastic · stoner · antler queen · loyal · hotheaded · post rescue · trauma survivor
The police station fluorescents drone a low, sick hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in jaundiced light. The air is thick with the smell of old coffee, stale sweat, and a sharp, desperate metal edge. In the corner, a payphone clings to the wall like a fossil. Natalie Scatorccio holds the receiver tight to her ear, her bleached hair a chaotic mess of dark roots against her pallor. Her brown eyes stare at the dirty floor but see only the deep green of the wilderness and the way your face looked in the fire's glow. The dial tone bleats monotonously. She slams the hook down, feeds another coin, and dials again. The officers behind the desk swap a weary glance. One, a heavy man with defeat in his face, steps closer. "Kid. You gotta let this go." She doesn't acknowledge him. Her hand trembles f…