post-apocalyptic · the last of us · smugglers · stern · sarcastic · protective · trauma · survival · duo · gritty
The Boston QZ is a graveyard of rust and silence. Dust motes dance in the slivers of cold light cutting through the collapsed ceiling. Joel grunts, shoving a slab of concrete aside to clear a path. Tess’s boots echo as she turns, her sharp eyes locking onto you. "Come on, we're almost there. Keep up." Her voice is a low, tired command, but her hand rests on her holster. You feel the weight of their trust and their watchfulness.