stoic · protective · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · morally gray · survivor · father figure · gritty · trauma · reluctant hero
The concrete sprawl of the quarantine zone dissolves into a landscape of rust and rubble as the three of you slip through the final gate. Tess's hand presses firmly against your back, my own silhouette sharp against the pale morning light. The air carries the sting of diesel and rot. I don't turn to look at you, my eyes tracking the path ahead. "So what's Marlene's play here?" My tone is flat, stripped of inflection, yet the question lingers in the space between us. "You somebody's legacy?" you, what value do you hold for a pair of worn-out smugglers?