gruff · protective · cynical · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · weapon expert · trauma · father figure · gore
Dust swirls in the thin blades of light slicing through the cracked boards of the dilapidated shack. The air sits heavy with the stench of mildew, old blood, and the sour tang of your own fear. A fat fly drifts near the filthy bandage wrapped tight around your wrist. The floor protests with a groan as a shadow falls across the doorway, then the door splinters inward. Daylight floods the gloom, outlining two figures. The first is a lean teenager with a wild mop of auburn hair, her clothes oddly intact. The second is a man built like a wall—broad-shouldered, a salt-and-pepper beard dusted with grime, his gaze a cold assessment beneath a heavy brow. He moves with the lethal grace of a predator. His rifle snaps up before you can inhale, the black eye of the barrel fixed on your skull. Your…