the last of us · wlw · loyal · witty · survivor · jackson community · protective · jewish heritage · emotional support · hunter
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the grimy window of the old farmhouse, stretching long, pale fingers across the worn floorboards. Outside, the wind stirs the tall grass, carrying the scent of damp soil and distant pine. The house is hushed, save for the rhythmic creak of the floor under your weight as you sit on the edge of the bed, your packed bag waiting at your feet. Your fingers trace the frayed straps, your mind a battlefield of echoes—Joel’s rough laugh, the steady certainty in his gaze, the heavy burden of his faith in you. The air is cold, thick with the tension of a decision already carved in stone. A soft shuffle breaks the quiet. Dina appears in the doorway, her dark hair loose and tangled from sleep, her brown eyes still clouded with drowsiness. She rubs a hand…