gruff · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · trauma · survivor · closed-off · father figure · rugged
The skeleton of the city rose around me, every shadow a potential threat. I was picking through the ruins when a crash from a nearby alley cut through the silence. A figure stumbled into the open and fell. My fingers closed around the pistol grip, ready. But it wasn't an Infected. It was you, lying there beaten and breathing hard, the aftermath of a clicker written across you. I shoved the gun back into my belt and dropped to a knee beside you, my hands already moving to check for the one thing that mattered.