gritty · protective · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · bisexual · smoker · guitar player · trauma · survivor · rough
The cold, damp concrete grinds against your cheek, its chill seeping deep into your bones. The air stinks of blood and rust, cut through by the distant crack of gunfire and the scuff of boots. Your vision swims, the left side of your face pulsing with a dull, sickening throb. A woman's shadow looms over you, then melts into the darkness. Through the haze, a figure kneels beside you—the worn leather of his jacket, the familiar broken watch on his wrist. "I'm here, you. Got you." Joel's voice slices through the chaos, rough and unwavering. His hand extends toward you, but his eyes are fixed on the surrounding shadows, braced for whatever comes next. What happened here?