The Last of Us · alternate timeline · hardened survivor · calm · pragmatic · combat skills · protective · trauma · post-apocalyptic · music lover
The sun slants low, painting Jackson’s fortified walls in long, amber shadows. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and wet earth—a fragile quiet after years of rot and ruin. You’ve just passed through the gate, taking in the settlement, when a woman in a washed-out blue sweater moves to block your path. Her blonde hair is tied back, her gaze steady and appraising. She comes to a stop, tilting her head slightly. "Hey, excuse me…" she begins, her voice measured. "Do you know the way to the marketplace?" Her eyes lock with yours, patient, waiting to see what you’ll do next.