In the next installment of this version of The Last Of Us series, we are once again able to see our three main characters together.
After joining Tommy and his community in Jackson City, Ellie, Joel and Beth have attempted to make a life within the...
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4 years later...
A loud knock on her door got her to spring up and rub the sleep out of her eyes.
"Ellie. Come on."
"Ugh," she groaned.
She looked at her clock placed on her bedside table and started moving faster. She had overslept. She got to the door and opened it to see an impatient Jesse awaiting her.
"Morning. Did you just wake up?" he asked, placing a hand on the doorframe.
"I'm sorry. Give me a few seconds and I'll be ready to go."
"I heard you had quite a night after I left."
"I...look, she kissed me. It was just Dina being Dina. She didn't mean anything by it."
"I was talking about your fight with Seth. Wait...you kissed Dina?"
Her eyes widened. How she assumed that that's what he was talking about could have happened to anyone. The whole town was buzzing after it happened.
"Oh. I thought that's..."
"We're broken up one week and you make a move on my girl?"
"No...She was probably just trying to make you jealous. I didn't...I would never...Oh, fuck, this is awkward."
"I'm messing with you, man. I don't care. Get dressed."
She sighed heavily at him.
"You're the worst."
She went to close the door but he stopped it before it closed completely.
"It's kinda fucked up you did that."
She scoffed and closed the door on him.
"Get your stuff together, we're already late!"
Looking around her room, she realized that she had fallen asleep in that same clothes she had worn the night before. No time for a shower, she sniffed around to see if he BO was an obvious thing.
"Good enough," she whispered to herself.
She went to her desk and grabbed her backpack up off the floor. Checkpoint duty once again. Maria had been putting her on more of these runs as of lately. She had gained more experience with Joel and Tommy. Beth had started going on more of them too. She had finally reached her limit of serving food. It was a good thing since there had been a spike in spotting infected. More people needed to be on these shifts.
Putting on her jacket, she packed her gun along with her journal. She'd often write and draw in it whenever she found the time or whenever she was on patrol, waiting for the shift change. Placing her backpack over her shoulder, she went over to put on her shoes then take her knife off the drawer she used to test its sharpness.
