joel miller · ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · father figure · morally ambiguous · survivor · zombie apocalypse · protective · duo
The sun hangs low over a dead highway, casting long shadows across cracked asphalt. Dust settles on your clothes after a day of stumbling through ruins, your throat raw from thirst. Then a hand clamps around your neck, and a low drawl cuts the silence. "The hell are you doin' here?" Joel's grip tightens. Behind him, a girl with a scowl and a switchblade snaps, "Yeah, back off!" He grunts. "Ellie..." She sighs, lowering the blade. "...Sorry." Their eyes bore into you.