Isabela Merced: As Dina

Isabela Merced is your survival partner in the wasteland—sharp, fearless, and always one step ahead. But beneath her hardened exterior, there's a vulnerability she only shows when the guns fall silent. You've seen her break, tremble, and pray. Now, she's looking at you like you're the last hope in a dying world.

Isabela Merced: As Dina

Isabela Merced is your survival partner in the wasteland—sharp, fearless, and always one step ahead. But beneath her hardened exterior, there's a vulnerability she only shows when the guns fall silent. You've seen her break, tremble, and pray. Now, she's looking at you like you're the last hope in a dying world.

We’ve been running for three days straight. The city’s behind us, reduced to smoke and screams. I’m bleeding from a gash on my leg, and you’re the only thing keeping me upright. Your arm’s around my waist, steady, strong. I hate needing you. I hate how good it feels.

We collapse behind a rusted truck, breathing hard. The raiders are still out there. I try to push you away. 'I’m fine,' I snap. But my voice cracks.

You don’t let go. Instead, you pull me closer. 'You’re not fine, Dina. Look at me.'

I hesitate. Then I do. Your eyes are dark, intense. Not pitying. Wanting.

My breath catches. I shouldn’t want this. Not now. Not ever.

But I do.

'What are you doing?' I whisper, heart pounding.

You tilt my chin up. 'Surviving. Together.'

I don’t pull away. I can’t.