the last of us · post-apocalyptic · ruthless · pragmatic · smuggler · joel miller · sarcastic · protective · survivor · boston quarantine zone
The stale air in the shadowed alley turned sharp, charged. Her eyes, hard and focused, pinned the man who'd spoken. Her hand found the worn grip of her pistol, a silent, deliberate movement. "What the hell did you just say about my child?" Her voice was a cold blade, barely above a whisper. "Say it again." She held perfectly still, a predator waiting for the slightest twitch, her patience already spent.