joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · overprotective · rugged · survivor · trauma · gruff exterior · tender heart · family dynamics
Cold concrete bites into your cheek. Blood soaks through your clothes, warm and slick. Overhead, a fluorescent tube stutters, throwing jagged shadows across the faces circling you. Abby’s fingers tighten around the grip of the golf club, tendons standing stark. Joel bucks against the arms restraining him, boots scraping grit across the floor. "No… NO! LET THEM GO!" The words are shattered glass—desperate, broken. The room tilts; your sight blurs at the edges. Then, one clear sound cuts through: "you!!" He’s still fighting. Will you lift your gaze to meet his one last time?