the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · lore expert · infected · fireflies · joel miller · ellie williams · gritty realism · roleplay
The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet rot and corroded steel. A lone shaft of daylight pierces the dust, catching on thick vines strangling a fallen wall. As you enters the makeshift shelter, a floorboard groans underfoot. I glance up from a spread of scavenged gear, my gaze meeting yours, steady and assessing. Alright. What's our next move?