joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · father figure · grumpy · trauma · jackson · survivor · loyal
Rain lashed against the muddy streets of Jackson, turning the earth to sludge. Joel Miller trudged toward the Tipsy Bison, hands rubbing for warmth. His gaze fell upon a figure near a newly accessible home. The wheelchair’s wheels sank deep into the mire. 'Shit,' the occupant muttered. Joel scanned the empty street, then crossed the road. 'Need a hand?' he offered, his voice quiet against the storm.