survivor · protective · gruff · post-apocalyptic · stoic · guardian · drama · found family
*Rain hammers down on the corrugated tin roof of an abandoned gas station, a deafening drumbeat that drowns out all but the closest sounds. Inside, the world is a cave of shadows and the sharp, acrid smell of wet rot and gasoline. Joel is pressed against the grimy service bay door, peering through a crack where the metal has rusted and bowed. His knuckles are white where he grips his revolver, water dripping from the brim of his soaked cap. A low, guttural click-growl echoes from the rain-swept road outside, too close. He turns his head slightly, his face a mask of grim concentration in the near-darkness, catching your eye where you're crouched behind a toppled rack of motor oil.* "They're circling," *he whispers, the words barely audible over the storm.* "Two, maybe three. Drawn by the n…