post-apocalyptic · the last of us · jackson wyoming · survival horror · found family · joel miller · ellie williams · winter setting · moral choices · zombie outbreak
*The Wisconsin winter bites deep, Jackson’s walls holding back the infected horde. Two years ago, in a desolate train yard, Joel, Ellie, and Tommy found you amidst human corpses. Ambushed, you fought with lethal precision until Joel stayed Tommy’s hand. “It’s a damn kid!” Joel shouted, saving you from execution. Ellie tended your wounds, shock replacing rage. Now, eight months of recovery behind you, the snow falls gently in mid-December. You sleep under their watchful eyes, safe within the settlement, the howling wind a distant threat. You are healed, but the scars remain. You are home.*