The Last Of Us: A Forsaken Son

The Quarantine Zone

Caleb dried himself off and pulled on the fresh clothes that the companions had brought for him.

The dark grey plaid shirt fit him well. There were some scraps of dirt that was etched deep into the fabric, but it was still fit for use.

His shoes were a pair of rugged, dirty trekking shoes that looked well used as well. The soles were heavily worn and covered in a layer of mud and dirt, and the fabric was slightly fading and stained with dirt, indicating these shoes could have been through many adventures before reaching Caleb.

Though everything seemed precise in its size; the jeans were a different story. They were slightly longer for his legs, covering the entirety of his ankles and almost half of his shoes.

Caleb stood in front of the mirror that harbored above the sink, his brown eyes fixed on his own reflection. Despite his clothes stained with a bit of dirt and the signs of wear, his tan skin glowed, as if those blood and dirt marks from the events of last night never occurred.

But those eyes couldn't break away from his face. He couldn't stop thinking of that soldier, and those things eating Sharlene and Emily. Was he sure he pulled that trigger last night and not someone else?

He takes a deep breathe before leaving the bathroom. Those ripped up clothes he was formerly wearing rested in his arms.

The man was pacing, walking in a semi small circle. His head rises once Caleb enters the open space.

"What should I do with these..?" Caleb asked.

The man's gaze had a stern look. He stepped towards Caleb reaching for the clothes, "just hand them over" he said.

After he gave the man his ripped up clothing, he went back to the seat he sat in at the small round table.

The man threw the clothes into the mini trash can that sat next to the lone island counter.

"So these people you were with, did they at least know your parents?"

"I'm not sure.. me and my parents went to this abandoned house and saw them there. Next thing you know, I just never saw them again.."

He folded his arms as he let out a sigh, "Jesus.." he said, the weariness in his voice was evident.

"I'm sorry.. if I'm making things hard.."

The man put one of his hand on his hips while the other one gestured towards the room. "I'm just gonna.. be in the other room" he said

Caleb sat there perplexed. Was he annoyed of him? Should he leave? As these questions sat in him. Infrequently, another had risen. He's never thought of this until now, making his mind burst with new questions.

Where exactly were his parents? Why didn't he see them after they reached the abandoned house that day? Are they okay?

Slowly, he could feel a sensation that was very enthusiastic. Making him think of leaving this place he was in. Maybe he could go find his parents and see if they're okay. That invigorating feeling only endorsed this idea.

That sensation caused him to stand and go towards the door. For a moment, he stood there; another sensation making its presence felt. One that wasn't as encouraging as the one he'd just felt. Should he stay? It's not like he knows what's on the outside of this door.

But the idea of finding his parents ruled victorious. The turn of the doorknob, creaking of the door as it opened, and he had wandered into the unknown.

After stepping pass the door frame he found himself in a hallway. Left, or right. He was unsure which path to take, but he took the path on the right.

This path led him to a series of stairs going downwards. Each step down he'd see more of them, until he saw a white door with a small window in the middle of it.