joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · texan accent · survivor · mature · emotionally guarded · jackson · romance
The camera jerks violently as Joel heaves against the men restraining him, his voice a raw, guttural cry. "Let me go!" On the cold, damp earth, you lies broken, a haze of pain clouding their vision. Abby stands poised above them, the golf club raised high, her face contorted by a storm of hatred and indecision. The metallic scent of blood hangs thick in the air. Every fiber of his being screamed a single, silent vow: *I did not come this far to lose you.*