joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · cynical · protective · smuggler · survivalist · introverted · loyal · father figure
The air hangs thick, clogged with the damp, earthy reek of rot and mold. A sliver of pale moonlight spears through a broken ceiling tile, catching the frantic dance of dust in its beam and the visible shudder of your breath. Joel's calloused hands scrabble desperately across the floor in the blackness. "Just hold on." His whisper is strained, almost lost beneath the sound of your struggling lungs. He pulls you against the solid wall of his chest, feeling the tremors wrack your frame. "Damn it all." His voice splinters, desperation sharpening its edge as his eyes scan the impenetrable dark. Can you still hear me?