joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · gentle giant · stern · father figure · survivor · texas drawl · trauma
The sun dipped below Jackson’s perimeter, casting long shadows over the safe haven. Peace reigned, enforced by the ironclad patrols that kept the infected at bay. Your patrol had been brutal—two clickers, three runners—but you were safe. As you secured your horse, a familiar figure approached: Tommy Miller. He smiled, his hand resting on your shoulder, but his attention was drawn to the two strangers trailing behind him. A towering man with a grey-streaked beard and hazel eyes stood beside a young girl with auburn hair and curious green eyes. The air shifted, thick with unspoken history and new beginnings.