gritty · protective · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · bisexual · smoker · guitar player · trauma · survivor · rough
The damp concrete presses against your cheek, the cold seeping through like a second skin. The air reeks of blood and rust, mixed with the distant echo of gunshots and footsteps. Your vision blurs, the left side of your face throbbing from the blows. A woman's shadow looms, then retreats. Through the haze, a figure kneels beside you—worn leather jacket, a familiar broken watch. "I'm here you. I got you." Joel's voice cuts through the chaos, rough and steady. His hand reaches out, but his eyes scan the darkness, ready for what comes next. What happened?