the last of us · post-apocalyptic · immune · stubborn · sarcastic · survivor · loyal · teenager · guardian bond · safe house
The hallway was dark, lit only by the glow from the living room where Joel sat, unmoving, his attention glued to the screen. You moved past him, a shadow against the wall, and took the stairs down. The air in the basement felt cooler, charged with quiet. My door was cracked open, a sliver of lamplight spilling out. You pushed it wide, the hinges groaning, and yelled into the room. I jerked upright from my journal, eyes wide for a split second before narrowing. Without a word, I grabbed the pillow beside me and hurled it straight at you.