a losing battle - the last of us

[006] remember.

CHAPTER SIX

remember.

STICKS AND BRANCHES CRACKED BENEATH HER FEET AS SHE MADE HER WAY BACK HOME, THE SUN HIGH IN THE SKY SENDING HARSH RAYS OF HEAT RIGHT ONTO HER, THE WOMAN WAS MENTALLY GRATEFUL FOR THE FACT HER HAIR WAS TIED UP TO PREVENT IT FROM STICKING TO THE BACK OF HER NECK. It wasn't particularly hot, but after having spent the better half of the day out in the woods hunting with almost no breaks, it definitely got there. Small limp rabbits hung from a rope wrapped around her torso, Lucia slightly disappointed to have not received the successful hunt she'd hoped for.

The wooden cabin was sturdy, with thin walls and flaky paint adorning them, but sturdy nonetheless. It was decently sized, with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and two bedrooms; all one would ever need. Sure, Lucia had found herself getting lonely sometimes living outside of the QZ with no one around to talk to other than clickers, but she'd much rather it over being bossed around just to make it inside those walls - that and the fact that even if there were people around, nothing could have cured the loneliness Lucia felt inside of her.

The woman made a b-line as soon as she'd entered the cabin, the sound of the dead rabbits hitting the kitchen counter shaking the walls of the house as her exhaustion got the best of her, walking straight back to the living room. The lid of the brandy bottle executed a satisfying pop, Lucia pouring a healthy serving into the slightly chipped glass that had sat ready on the table for her return.

The buzz she felt as the alcohol entered her system was relieving, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she rested back onto the sofa, the wooden floorboards creaking under the shift of weight. Lucia felt her arms grow heavy, her body sinking further and further into the worn couch.

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