The Last Of Us: Past And Present

Chapter 13

AN: Okay guys. This one chapter isn't going to have any characters like Tommy, or Maria, or Houser or Ellie or Devin in it. This is a flashback chapter. I plan on giving you guys an idea of just how fucked up the Wolf really is. So without further ado: enjoy!

Chapter 13:

Joel stood still as a statue, arms folded over his chest. He had a pounding headache, and the heat wasn't helping one bit. Morgan sat on a stool in the center of the room, trembling in his boots. Joel felt some pity for the man. He had pissed the Wolf off, and now he was going to pay the price. When Morgan had given the Wolf the ration cards he owed, the Wolf had demanded more. Morgan had denied the Wolf his request. And now he was going to pay...whether he liked it or not.

Joel was brought from his thoughts as the door to the apartment they were in opened, and the Wolf strolled in, hands clasped behind his back. Joel could see the shining metal in his hand. Morgan stood at the sight of the Wolf, and said; "H-hey Devlin. Listen...I-I was actually-" The Wolf swung his right hand down. The buck knife in his hand swooshed down, slicing through Morgan's ear like it was butter. The ear fell to the floor, blood squirted from Morgan's head. He let out a yell filled with agony and he fell to the floor, hands at the spot of his head where the ear had been.

The Wolf got down on one knee, and gently cradled Morgan's head in his hands. He shushed him gently, eyes filled with sympathy. "It's okay. It's okay...now, are we gonna' get those extra ration cards?" Morgan nodded his head, tears streaming down his face. A gentle smile crossed the Wolf's face. "Why don't you get yourself to someone who can get you fixed up?" He asked as he straightened. Morgan stared at him in disbelief. "You're letting me go?" The Wolf nodded his head. Relief washed over Morgan's face.

"Thank you. Thank you so mu-"

BANG! The echo of the Wolf's gun rang loudly in the room. Causing Joel to jump a bit. The Wolf let out a loud laugh, and turned, clapping his hands. "Oh man! I fucking love it when they buy into my fucking bullshit!" He aimed the gun and fired at Morgan's body a few times, and Joel had to suppress a growl of hatred. The only thing helping him keep his mouth shut was the fear of the Wolf.

"Joel, get ridda' this fucking trash, alright?" Joel nodded his head, and slowly stepped forward and grabbing the ankle's of Morgan's dead body and dragging it out of the rundown building they were in. Joel dropped the body in a thick bush, and wiped his hands on his jeans before moving back inside.

"We headin' back into the zone?" He asked when he found the Wolf in his "office", using a decaying body, that was hanging from the ceiling, as a punching bag. When he heard Joel's voice, he turned, and grinned. "You can, I'm gonna' stay here, get some exercise in." Joel nodded his head and turned to leave.

"Joel. Keep up the good work and I won't regret giving you such a high position." Joel nodded his head without looking back before he walked out, and began making his way to the Boston QZ.

The warehouse was practically empty. There was no light (except for the light from the moon), and Joel had to resort to his hearing to see if anyone was there. He sat there for a long time, listening to the surrounding darkness, and waiting. When he didn't hear anything, he calmed, and slowly began moving towards the middle of the room. As he walked, Joel looked around him. He couldn't see anything really. It was so goddamned dark. He stopped in the middle of the room, and resisted pulling out his pistol. He felt as if he were being watched.

And he probably was, but Joel wasn't about to leave. He'd gotten in touch with some "local talent", as a friend of his had told him. That friend had told Joel that smuggling could be pretty profitable. That friend had gotten Joel hooked up with a smuggler who might ("Might is the key word Joel," the friend had said) be able to get him involved in the business.