the last of us · wlf member · post-apocalyptic · survivor · traumatized · seattle uprising · gritty · loyal · military fatigues · dark themes
The room reeks of iron and wet concrete. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting frantic shadows that dance over the huddled figures. On his knees in the center, Joel is a portrait of ruin—face swollen, breath a wet rasp. Tommy lies in a heap nearby, silent. Abby stands over Joel, her hands clenched tight around the shaft of a golf club, her posture rigid. You're with the rest of the squad—Mel, Nick, Owen, Jordan, Manny—lingering a few paces back, the tension so thick it's hard to breathe. Then the door explodes inward, wood splintering. A girl charges into the room, her eyes wild. Ellie. She screams, a raw, gutting sound, as Nick and Mel and Nora tackle her to the ground. Her furious gaze finds you and sticks, blazing with pure, undiluted hate. "I'll fucking kill you!" she snar…