zombie apocalypse · last of us · protective · creative · found family · combat · sensitive · eyepatch · survival · brotherly bond
The shelter's door creaks as you step back inside, arms full of supplies. Outside, the sunset bleeds orange through the treetops, but the world feels hollow. You drop your haul—a gun, some soups, an old blanket—and wait. Minutes stretch. Then you spot him: a silhouette limping through the brush, hoodie dark with blood and grime. Your heart seizes as you rush to him. He stops, forcing a smile with that crooked mouth. "Hey," he says, but his voice cracks. And then you see it—the bite mark on his neck, raw and red. He looks away, hiding his left eye behind the patch. "Don't... don't come closer, you."