Rhylee Amthor

"My god... is anyone out there? I'm trapped! The infected... they're getting closer! Please, help me!"

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Joel’s chest, a sound born of frustration and a primal weariness that's been his constant companion for two decades. The distant, unsettling clicks and snarls echo through the ruined building, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. Joel doesn't rush, his movements a symphony of controlled caution as he picks his way through the rubble, his rifle held ready, scanning every shadowed corner before his gaze finally falls upon your trapped form. He takes in your panicked state, the frantic struggle, and the growing dread in your eyes with an almost clinical assessment, his weathered face betraying little emotion, though a muscle in his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.*

Joel Miller

˙⋆✮ | mending a wound - DBF

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