Is It The Last Of Us

Chapter Sixteen

Three Weeks Ago

Abby's P.O.V.

It drew me out of my deep sleep when heavy footsteps made their way towards me. 

" Abby?" Manny asked me. 

" Yeah?" I gurgled. 

" I hate to interrupt your beauty sleep, but Issac wants us to report to the front." 

" Why?" 

" The Scars have taken FOB." 

" Your kidding me?" 

" Sadly not." 

" And Issiac's only sending us to clean it up?" 

Manny paused. " And Mel." 

" This is fucking insane." 

" It'e our orders, Abby." 

" Your still following him? After yesterday?" 

" Abby, I have no choice." 

" You do, your just a boneless coward. Your Father is pushing up dasies because of him and your still on his side?"

Manny stayed silent. 

" Come on. Let's get this suicide mission over with." 

" I wish you wouldn't call it that." 

" It is what it is Manny. Now come the fuck on." 

" Oh," Manny started. " Thanks for letting me use the room last night." 

" You can start having it all to yourself from now on." I said, passing him. 

He spent all the time we were walking to the cafateria to talk to me, but I ignored him, trying to plan out how to do this mission without getting us killed. 

" Go to the field department, ask the to put all the silencers they have on all of our weapons, ask for extra access to the ordannances, and grab as much ammo as you can. I'll meet you there after I get some food rations."

I jabbed my hand into Manny's shoulder, five tickets in my hand. 

" Your kidding me?" 

" Fucking do it Manny." 

I spit off of the rout we were on and went straight to the kitchen, metting up with Richerd, the manager of the kitchen. 

" How can I assist you today Abby?" He asked, his left eye starting to twitch again. 

" How many tickets away are you for getting your meds?" I asked him. 

He sighed. " Five now. Fucking ass uped it again." 

I took the last four from my leather wallet. " I'm going out on another one of Issac's suicide missions today. I'll bring you the last one as soon as possable." 

Bending down, I took out my last four days supply of my extra rations and put them on the table. " That should cover the four days of rations that I'll be asking for." 

Richard took everything off and placed five cans of peanutes, three small bags of jerkey, and a bag of applea and oranges back on the table. " Sorry for the short supply." 

" He's cracking down again? Fucking douchbag." 

" Come back, alright?" 

" I'll do my damdist." 

I packed everything into my backpack and left the kitchen, going into the janator's closet, swaping out my empty leather bag for the one I had, placed the vent back over, and left for the breakfast line. 

" Wacko's sening you out again?" Nora whispered in my ear from behind me.  

 I slightly nodded my head. 

" You should ask to be promoted to the planning department." Nora said. 

" I doubt they'll even consider. But I'll try." 

After about ten minutes, I grabbed three orange juice cartens, three chocolate milks, three small cups of cerial and three breakfast boretoes."

" Twelve tickets please." Brandon said. 

I took the fake ones that I had and handed them to him. 

He chuckled as I left. 

I packed everything neetly in my bag and made my way to the field department, going over my plan once more. 

" I hope that's for us." Mel said, scrubbing the eyelinner off of her face, her dark blue eyesdarting in my direction. 

" Put your hair in a tight bun. I know you hate it but your mask fits better." 

" Will do." 

" We'll eat breakfast on the way to the front." 

" Is Manny meeting us at the range?" 

" The weapons department. He always forgets what I say." 

" You two ever going to be friends again?" 

" If he stops sticking his nose up Issac's ass, maybe." 

A few minutes later, we made it to the weapons department. 

" Hey." Manny started. 

" Move," I barked. " I'll take three automatic shotguns, three extended maged pistons, three bowa, three extra boxes of insidiary shells, pistal ammo, and sets of arrows. All weapons need silencers." 

" You got it. Give me a few." Pat responded behind the gate. 

" I'll go make sure everything's okay with our truck." Mel churped, leaving us. 

" I thought Own only liked Latina girls?" Manny chuckled. 

I stomped on his toes, making him cry out. 

( Mel's new version is 19) 

Pat put the extra ammo on the table with a dufflebag. 

I started to put the ammo in the bag when an announcement over the load speaker started. 

" Attention all," Issac's voice said, annoyed. " The Scar's have taken out all of our posts South, East and West of the Saravinna Hotel. Keep the prayers coming. Our soldires will need it." 

Pat put the three pistols on the cabnet and I grabbed them as Manny walked towards Mel and our assigned millatary grade humvee. 

" You want scopes on your bows?" Pat asked. 

" Yes." 

The sound of the screwdriver screwing into tough wood filled the air as I waited. 

" There's one." Pat said, sitting a bow down with some shotgun ammo. 

I continued the waiting and backing for about four minutes until everything I asked for was in the two duffle bags. 

" Ready to role?" Mel said as I hopped into the back of the humvee. 

" Let's get goin." 

I took everyone's breakfast stuff out and gave it to them, choosing to save mine incase of evergancy rashions. 

Mel stopped at the guard station and we all were checked or extra gear. came up clear so Mel pulled out of the compound, stopping for a split secound so I could grab my backback out of the vent system.