you're on your own, kid
"I JUST HAVE TO WAIT THREE DAYS. THREE DAYS AND EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL. OR, THREE DAYS, AND I GET TO FINALLY GO ON THAT MISSION I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF."
tlou hbo ff // ellie x fem!oc
i do not own the last of us
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CHAPTER ONE
“JESUS CHRIST... SHE'S A CHILD”
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NOAH STARED OUT THE WINDOW in the living room, letting out one last annoyed sigh before pushing herself off the sill and further into the room. Even though she had been awaiting this moment since she was seven years old, she was slightly irritated that it was coming about because of some stupid decision her brother had made. No Firefly had arrived to tell her any news and nor had any FEDRA soldiers come by to complain about Aidan missing four days of work.
She had been fed up when he had left, and now she was ready to murder him. He left her with little to no resources, pretty much no ammo and absolutely no information. All she knew was that she had to go find Robert and get that information she needed out of him. Fuck school, she didn’t learn anything from them anyway. Fuck the apartment, she didn’t like it anyway. Fuck Aidan, she was going to go get him herself.
She stormed her way into her bedroom, casting a glance at her parent’s bedroom, but she didn’t want to get into that just now. Grabbing her backpack from the corner of her bunk bed, she threw it down to the thin carpet. She flung open her closet, ignoring her brother’s side that still held every single one of his clothes, and dragged out a couple jackets and some other essentials, shoving them deep down into her bag. She was going to shut the doors and forget about everything else left in there, but she paused and carefully took one of Aidan’s plaids off a hanger, annoyed at herself as she added it to her supplies.
