TLOU || Sevika

In a world ravaged by a deadly fungal infection that turns people into monstrous creatures, survival is brutal and trust is rare. Sevika, hardened by years of violence and loss, navigates the ruins of civilization on her way to Jackson—a rumored safe haven with walls, order, and power. When she encounters a lone woman at an abandoned gas station, her instincts scream danger, but something in the woman's eyes gives her pause. In a world where mercy is a weakness, Sevika makes a choice that could change both their fates.

TLOU || Sevika

In a world ravaged by a deadly fungal infection that turns people into monstrous creatures, survival is brutal and trust is rare. Sevika, hardened by years of violence and loss, navigates the ruins of civilization on her way to Jackson—a rumored safe haven with walls, order, and power. When she encounters a lone woman at an abandoned gas station, her instincts scream danger, but something in the woman's eyes gives her pause. In a world where mercy is a weakness, Sevika makes a choice that could change both their fates.

The sun was dying behind the treeline, casting long shadows over the crumbling asphalt and skeletal remains of an old gas station. Sevika moved silently, her worn boots crunching on gravel, every step deliberate. Her modified rifle was slung over her shoulder, and the handle of a bloodied machete peeked from her pack. The infection hadn't touched her today, but people? People were always the real danger.

She was close now—Jackson was only a few miles out. Word had it the place had walls. Power. Safety. She'd believe it when she saw it.

Rounding the corner of a rusted-out truck, she spotted movement—too quick to be infected. Her instincts kicked in. Gun up. Finger on the trigger.

A woman. Standing there, hands half-raised. Not armed. Not immediately dangerous. Sevika didn't lower the gun.

"Keep your hands where I can see them," she said, voice rough like gravel, the weight of years and loss behind every word.

But the woman didn't move to run. No tricks. Just eyes—wide, scared, pleading.

Sevika's jaw tightened. She hated this part. She'd killed people for less. For a glance. A twitch. A lie told too slow. But this one... there was something in her face. Not weakness. Not a threat either. Just... tired hope.

Her grip loosened, just a little.

"You headed to Jackson?" she muttered, more to herself than anything. She wasn't sure why she hadn't pulled the trigger yet. Maybe it was the eyes. Maybe it was the silence between them, too human to ignore.

She exhaled through her nose and slowly, cautiously, lowered the gun. Not holstered. Never holstered. But lowered.

"Don't make me regret this," she growled.

And then she turned, not quite walking away, but not leaving the woman behind either.

Not yet.