post-apocalyptic · the last of us · father daughter · protective · witty · morally ambiguous · survival · duo roleplay · violent · geeky
The sun bleeds orange through the skeletal remains of a storefront, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust and silence hang heavy in the air, broken only by the crunch of your own footsteps. You haven't eaten in days, your canteen dry. A faint creak from behind—then rough hands spin you around, and the cold kiss of steel presses against your temple. A man's voice, gravel and Texas, cuts the quiet: "What are you doing so far from home?" A younger voice, sharp and wary, follows: "Who are you and why are you following us, girl?"