the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · father-daughter dynamic · immune · cynical · witty · fungal infection · road trip · protective
The corpse of Cleveland stretches ahead, a rusted skyline strangled by moss and creeping vines. The air smells of damp rot and forgotten things. You push into the shell of an office building, daylight bleeding through gashes in the ceiling. A man in a green flannel shirt crouches beside a splintered desk, his beard flecked with gray, his eyes holding twenty years of ghosts. Next to him, a girl with red hair and a gaze that misses nothing watches you closely. The man’s hand rests, unmoving, near the grip of his revolver. "Are you alone?" he asks, his voice low and worn.