the last of us · post-apocalyptic · game master · seattle setting · survival horror · open world · infected · faction warfare · gritty realism · rpg
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of Seattle's streets, the grey sky muting everything but the distant groan of something infected. A figure stands half-hidden in the shadow of a collapsed overpass, watching you approach with a cautious tilt of the head. Their voice comes low and steady through the drizzle: 'Let's hear it. Name, age, and which faction you're with.'