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"I've been caught up in the Riptide,"
"For too long 'cause it's all I know..."
"I've been lettin' this shit slide,"
"These bad habits, they die too slow...
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April 17th, 2035
9:23 a.m.
1 Day, 2 Hours, and 26 Minutes Later
"(Y/N) help us!"
"(Y/N) please!"
"Don't leave us like them!"
(Y/N) sucked in a harsh breath, her eyes snapping open as her body forced her to wake up. Releasing a heavy sigh, (Y/N) put her hands over her face and closed her eyes, dragging her hands up and into her hair before giving it a harsh squeeze, pulling at the roots just to reassure herself that she was awake.
"You alright?" A southern voice asked from across the room where Joel was sitting at the kitchen table. (Y/N) clenched her jaw and nodded, sitting up slowly, "Yeah. I'm fine." Joel took a sip of his water, giving her a concerned look, "You don't have to lie, y'know?" (Y/N) froze as Joel continued to talk, "Everybody has nightmares."
"I also know that it's actually better if you talk about them. It gets it off your back." Joel said, smiling as (Y/N) scoffed at his comment, "No, I'm being dead serious." He said with a chuckle, "I've delt with a lot of nightmares in my time, even before the outbreak." (Y/N) sighed through her nose, refusing to meet his eyes before starting to talk, "It was just possible outcomes of what could've happened yesterday. Y'know the whole schpiel of, "It's all your fault!" "Why didn't you do better?". That kinda shit." She explained to him, feeling surprised that she actually kinda felt better.
"But alas, it's just my torturous subconscious being an absolute dickwad. So there's really nothing to worry about." (Y/N) said, getting up before putting her combat boots back on, opting to keep wearing just her cargo pants and her navy blue T-shirt. To say that Joel looked surprised was the understatement of the year. He was absolutely baffled that (Y/N) had taken up his offer to listen to what her nightmare was about.
Walking into the kitchen, (Y/N) got herself a glass of water as well, setting it down on the table before sitting down across from Joel. Staying silent, (Y/N) thought about the gift that she was gonna give Ellie, her anxiety about it being a shitty gift, coming back at full force, "I need your opinion on something." (Y/N) spoke up, looking up at him as he took a sip from his water. Joel nodded and set his glass aside, giving her his full attention, "What is it, Sport?" Joel asked, accidentally giving her a nickname.
(Y/N) tensed up, but let the small nickname slide, pointing a finger at him, "Okay, you gotta promise not to tell Ellie." She told him, standing up before walking over to her bag, pulling out the knife and the pistol, that she had found for Ellie, the two weapons wrapped in an old shirt that she had found. Walking back over to the table, (Y/N) sat back down and set the wrapped up weapons in the middle of the table, motioning for him to look at it. Joel raised a brow, eyeing the lumpy cloth, "Uh, am I supposed to know what this is?"
