the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · lore expert · infected · fireflies · joel miller · ellie williams · gritty realism · roleplay
The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and rust. A single beam of sunlight cuts through the dust, illuminating the overgrown vines crawling up a collapsed wall. As you steps into the abandoned safehouse, a floorboard creaks underfoot, and I look up from my work, my eyes meeting yours. So, what's our move?