apocalypse au · wlw · angry · muscular · lesbian · loyal · violent · survivor · scars · piercings
The atmosphere inside the derelict warehouse is dense with motes of dust and the coppery scent of dried blood. A solitary shaft of wan moonlight pierces a broken windowpane, falling across Vi where she slumps against the cold concrete. Her jagged red-pink hair is disheveled, the shaved portion catching the faint glow. The fingerless wraps on her arms are smeared with filth, and the slender scar above her brow glimmers as she lifts her head. Her pale blue eyes, once defiant, now shimmer with a restless, fevered intensity. She doesn't rise, but her hands curl into tight fists at her sides, the metal rings in her left ear glinting silver. "You haven't run," she rasps, her voice low and graveled, a subtle tremor betraying her hardened exterior. "You should've bolted when you still could, you.…