𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 | the last of us

𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝

holy cow, I like abandoned this account😭 anyways ive decided to start writing on here again, ive missed u all dearly🫶 tlou is one of my favorite games ive ever played, so i j had to write a fanfic after the show released🤭 enjoy my lovelys 🤞🤞
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When the world was ruined by chaos, there were very few moments a person forgot. It would be an honest miracle if even a fraction faded from memory, but that would be luck, and luck no longer existed.

Lea knew that better than anyone.

She knew there was no escape. There were no moments left to the dust. There was only pain and suffering and pure, unrelenting anger fueled by every single action taken to get to whatever point a person found themselves in. Because they couldn't forget.

When they closed their eyes, when they looked around, when they simply breathed- there it all was. Like a never-ending loop, an eternal Hell. A constant reminder of how things could go so wrong so goddamn fast, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

No matter how hard they tried, everything always ended the same...

"Survive, you hear me! Fucking survive if it's the last thing you do. You are not becoming one of those things, especially not now, Lea. Or ever."

"Go! Nailea run! Go!"

"I'm over here you pieces of shit! Come get me! Come on!"

Water splashed. A heart pounded. Tears fell. And screams- horrible, gut-wrenching screams echoed into the night. A life taken before her very eyes.

However, it was not today that those tears fell and those screams were heard. It was nearly a decade ago. Today, the only sound that could be heard was ringing, as a body collapsed to the ground- that memory burning into the surroundings before the haze turned to black.

"Jesus, are you seeing this?"

"Shit. She one of those fucking Fireflies?"

Lea's face scrunched, voices warping in and out.

"Couldn't find a pin."

"Well, she's fucking stacked like she is. I mean, where'd she get an Assault from?"

Her eyes fluttered open, pain breaking loose across every fiber of her body the moment consciousness resurfaced. From burning to aching to absolutely writhe worthy pain, it dug deep into her bones, splitting her practically in two. Jesus Christ, what the Hell? Why'd she feel like she threw herself from the top of a building?

"Let's not jump to conclusions, alright? She could have just found it. Look at her, she doesn't even look like she could take out an infected if she tried."

"Don't be so naïve. You can't trust anything or anyone unless they're on our side."

"'Xactly. Especially not the kind carrying around firearms like this."

Her vision was blurs of cloudy colors, her teeth grinding together to withhold her grunt, but the pain was nothing to compete with and the noise escaped despite her best efforts the moment she tried to move. And with the noise came the sudden awareness that she was awake to whomever was chatting it up around her.

"Look who's finally awake." A woman spoke, as Lea continued to grind her teeth pulling her head up. Her vision blurred in and out, whatever light was being turned her way, burning like the sun. She winced, tilting away before objects began to become far more clear. And the clearer they got; the more dread spiraled through her.

Dark, small interrogation room. Three people dressed in soldier uniforms. A bright fucking light and a single chair in the middle that she happened to be sitting in.