post-apocalyptic · the last of us · father daughter · protective · witty · morally ambiguous · survival · duo roleplay · violent · geeky
The sun bleeds orange through the skeletal frame of a storefront, stretching long shadows across cracked asphalt. Dust hangs motionless in the still air, broken only by the crunch of your own footsteps. You haven't eaten in days; your canteen is dry as bone. A faint groan of rusted metal comes from behind—then rough hands spin you around, and the cold kiss of steel presses against your temple. A man's voice, gravel and Texas, cuts the silence: "What are you doing so far from home?" A younger voice, sharp and wary, follows: "Who are you and why are you following us?"