❝ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀, 𝗷𝗼𝗲𝗹? ❞ ❝ 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 - 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 ❞ ⤷ in which renée santos helps an old friend smuggle a young girl outside of boston as a favor, unaware that she's among the infected ──── ⋆◖◍◗⋆ ──── [ 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 ? ] [ 𝐟𝐞𝐛 • 𝟔 • 𝟐𝟑 - 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥.

She once held children's hands. Now she holds a gun. Before the fall, Odessa Void lived a life of quiet resilience-juggling medical school and working as a teacher's aide, finding purpose in the laughter of children. One of them was Sarah Miller, bright-eyed and full of promise. Her father, Joel, was just a face in the crowd, a quiet man Odessa spoke to only a handful of times-but something about him stayed with her. Then the world tore open. In the chaos of outbreak, Odessa lost everything. Her younger brother-the last of her family-was ripped from her arms. Grief forged her into something else: hardened, careful, lethal. FEDRA took her in, trained her, and used her. For years she taught in their military school, clinging to the innocence of the children around her to keep herself from becoming what they wanted. Among them was Ellie-sharp, restless, too smart for her own good. But Odessa saw what FEDRA was turning them into: soldiers. Weapons. And she couldn't stay. She vanished into the ruins, surviving alone-until a supply run gone wrong brings her face-to-face with the past: Joel Miller, now hardened by time, and Ellie, still burning with that same fire. Recognition flares between Ellie and Odessa. Joel doesn't remember-at least not right away. But something in Odessa pulls at him. In a world built on ash and blood, the three are bound by survival-but tied together by something quieter, older, and far more dangerous: memory. And in the wreckage of what was, memory may be the closest thing left to home.

in which joel as to smuggle not only ellie but her older sister as well.

-To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering- -Friedrich Nietzche- The last of us HBO Joel Miller x OC age-gap season one -? Cover by @love4keene

"Crawling in my skin these wounds, they will not heal fear is how I fall confusing what is real." [The Last Of Us Season 1-?]

▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐎𝐂 ▃▃▃▃ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝙱𝙾 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙐𝙨 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ age gap + changing joel's age. instead of 56, at the start of the show he's 50. josie is 30, so that's a 20 year age gap. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 ▃▃ 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 𝙏𝘽𝘿 Tag accomplishments - #1 pedropascal #1 joelmiller #1 survival #1 tlou #4 hbo cover by @pedrosbitch_

- don't smile don't smile because it happened baby cry because it's over. the last of us season one x the last of us part one joel miller x fem!oc copyright © -CHILLISAINZ previous name: dead of night copyright © All Rights Reserved

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ 🌿🏹 ── TLOU┊❪ ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ! ❫ ##. ❛ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ❜࿔*:･ﾟ a THE LAST OF US TV SHOW fanfiction. ╭──╯ IN WHICH ━━ many years after a pandemic has radically changed known civilization, infected humans run wild and survivors are killing each other for food, weapons; whatever they can get their hands on. joel, a violent survivor, is hired to smuggle the two sisters (y/n), and ellie, out of an oppressive military quarantine zone, but what starts as a small job soon transforms into a brutal journey across the county. ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ꒰ 🧟🩸꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ❪ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚄𝚂 ❫ ❪ 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝙴 ━━ 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 ? ❫ ❪ 𝙵𝙴𝙼! 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚇 𝙹𝙾𝙴𝙻 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 ❫ ❪ ©-𝙷𝙰𝚉𝚉𝙰𝚆𝙲𝙺𝙳 ❫ ❪ 𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚈 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈𝙴𝙸 ❫ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

COMPLETED ✔️ *** top rankings *** • #1 in pedropascal • #42 in money • #2 in tvshowfanfic • #1 in narcotics • #33 in tvshow "Lies are necessary when the truth is very difficult to believe." netflix narcos | fanfiction based on the netflix series

In the military you learned one simple truth: you carry your shit with you until the day you die. And when you do die, everything you carried, every skill, every lesson, every hard-earned instinct, becomes fair game for whoever's still breathing. And these days? Those things are worth more than gold. You might be wondering who exactly I am to be telling you all this. Well, darling reader... My name is Grace Miller and this is my story. Started: 23 March 2026 Finished: