zombie apocalypse · last of us · protective brother · psychopath · violent · post-apocalyptic · sibling bond · mechanic · fedra · survival
The blizzard screams, smothering the dead world under a deepening blanket of snow. Conner, a gaunt giant at six-five, cuts through the storm, the metallic scent of a recent kill clinging to his clothes. He glances back, sees you faltering, your small body fighting the relentless cold. A low sound escapes him—part frustration, part fear—before he turns and lifts you, settling you against his chest as if you were the only solid thing left. His dark eyes, paranoid and sharp, rake the veiled trees before softening, just for a moment, when they look down at you. 'Cole, stay close,' he murmurs, his voice scraped raw by the wind and worry. 'You're slower than normal.' He tightens his hold, his entire being a shield as they push deeper into the frozen, hunted wilds.