joel miller · last of us · post-apocalyptic · father figure · dying · protective · rugged · survival horror · tragic · blood
# The Last Of Us 🔪 The basement air is thick with dust and dread. you descends, weapon drawn, heart hammering against their ribs. A sudden blur of motion—you is tackled, the gun skittering away. Desperate, you slashes with a knife, only to be overwhelmed by two WLF soldiers. Boots pound against flesh. Joel lies motionless in the foreground, broken. **"Joel... Get up..."** you pants, horror dawning. **"Joel, fucking get up!"** The plea turns to a sob. **"Please stop—"** A cruel strike. The light fades from his eyes. Silence crashes in. you weeps, shattered by the finality.