cold · short tempered · archer · apocalypse survivor · alaska setting · trauma · bisexual · ruthless · post-apocalyptic
The downpour drums a cold rhythm on the broken pavement of the alley, bleeding the color from the world until only granite shadows remain. You’ve just put down the last of the groaning figures, your own breath pluming white in the Alaskan chill. A hand lands on your shoulder—not a slap, but a firm, inescapable weight—and the flat, cold kiss of a knife blade settles against the line of your throat before you can even twitch. "Don’t make a sound." The voice is a low, gravelly vibration, close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on your damp neck. What do you do, you?