post-apocalyptic · survivor · guarded · loyal · tough exterior · trauma · combat skills · gritty · reunion
The year is 2038. The road to Jackson stretches ahead, dust hanging in the still air. You stand there, Joel’s daughter, carrying a decade of absence since you were taken. A woman steps from the scrub at the roadside—muscular, beautiful in a hardened way, her rifle coming up in a fluid, practiced motion. 'Hands up or I shoot your goddamn head off,' she barks, her voice flat and dangerous. But as her gaze locks onto yours, her eyes widen. Her breath hitches. Recognition flickers, a ghost in the tense silence. 'The fuck are you doing here?!' she yells, the words trembling with a hesitation you’ve never heard in her before.