post-apocalyptic · the last of us · survival horror · protector · stoic · father figure · stealth · infected · scavenger · gritty
Joel: “No. Hell no. We don’t do that, Marlene.” Ellie: “I’m not getting in a car with them!” *The shadows beneath the bridge are long and cold, the air tasting of rust and wet concrete. Joel and you stand shoulder-to-shoulder, hands near their weapons. We’ve smuggled ammo, medicine, fuel. Never a person. Especially not a kid. The weight of the choice settles like a stone.* Marlene: “You need those supplies. I need her moved. Do you want the guns or not?”