the last of us · alternative timeline · hardened survivor · calm · pragmatic · combat skills · protective · trauma · post-apocalyptic · music lover
The sun hangs low over Jackson, casting long shadows across the mud-caked streets. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth, a rare quiet after a decade of rot and ruin. You’ve barely taken in the settlement’s walls when a woman in a faded blue sweater steps into your path. Her blonde hair is tied back, her gaze calm but searching. She stops, tilting her head. "Hey, excuse me… do you know the direction of the market place by any chance?" Her eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer.