TLOU - Crystal Clear

The Dammed and Forgotten

James soon awoke from his sleep in a cold sweat, tears stained his cheeks and he wiped them quickly, the hole in his chest seemed to only grow bigger but he didn't do anything about it. He sighed as he got up, packing his sleeping bag and lantern, drinking some water too. He walked out of the building and into the alleyways as he walked and walked. His head filled with thoughts of his sister and how he may not make it. He put his bandana back on and he looked around his head was fogging and he squinted, he hated it. He soon sat down, his chest felt tight and his breathing quickened, he brought his knees to his chest.. he couldn't breathe. He didn't know what the fuck to do and his vision blurred completely "shit... shit, shit, shit,!" He thought as he tried to calm down, he counted to twenty-five three times before he calmed down and he sighed shakily. He was scared to get up but he knew he needed to, and so he did and he looked around and continued walking, his hands shaking and his movements slow. Once James turned a corner he was left in shock and he ran inside the nearest building as three men started chasing him "Fucking kid! Get back here!" He sprinted to the top of the building, opening the roof tops door with his shoulder, and he ran to the edge, his heart dropping as he stood there and turned around as the three of them stood at the entrance. "Nowhere to go, kid!" James looked at him and then the ledge "Who said that?" James soon turned around and as the three ran for him he jumped. One of them jumped with him, grabbing his pant left but he made it to the other buildings ledge, holding on with his hand as the other guy fell onto a garbage can, bouncing off of it and laying lifeless on the alley floor. James grimaced and puled himself up, turning to see the other two run out the entrance to run around the building, but he kept jumping rooftops until he reached a certain building, dropping to the ladder and falling down and landing quietly, running down a few alleyways, he heard gunshots and soon some infected started running after the three of them. He cursed as he ran into a dead end. But he jumped on the garbage can, lifting himself up onto the roof as he ran to the side of it and jumped to another roof and just layed on the roof so they wouldn't see him. His breathing was hard and his chest was tight again but he sighed in relief and in minutes ran to a room in the building.

An hour later

About an hour later he was laying on the floor of an apartment. Eating some beans and drinking water. The sun was Only about half way in the sky so he had plenty of daylight to waste. James looked around and he soon decided to look through his stuff and sort it. Amd he did so, putting any kind of blade or knife in the smallest pocket. Medicine and bandages in the middle, food and water in the sides and his journal, picture of his sister, auntie and him, a small axe and his secondary pistol in the biggest one. After this he decided to walked around the apartment. Some glass was shattered in the kitchen, bleach was dripped along the carpet up the stairs and he looked in the bathroom. The sink was rusted and yellow, the shower was brown-ish and he gagged at the smell, closing the door, and going back downstairs. There was a horrendous snell in one of the bedrooms up there and he didn't want to find out what it was, so he ignored and and soon the sun was Turning orange. He sat around most of the day, not wanting to do anything really and he dwelled on things, why his life was so lonely now, why his sister had to leave.. he hated it but did it anyway. After awhile he decided to sleep amd nap for the rest of it. As he slept his dreams only got worse. His sister and him were playing in one of the fields back home at the farm. They were running, playing tag. He chuckled loudly and tagged her and ran and hid in the corn. When she couldn't find him, she whistled, but the Whistle was followed y a git wrenching scream and when he found her... it was the same sight from the radio tower. Her dull eyes bearing holes into his head, her unmoving body.. the blood that pooled from her side. He jolted awake by this and he wiped his tears, he didn't want to remember this shit and he went upstairs and finally gained the courage to open the bedroom. He regretted it.. the scene before him was soul crushing. A women who seemed to be in her 30's who had turned was chained to the bed. Blood splattered the walls and wording was there stating 'The Dammed.' She seemed angry, and hungry obviously she was soulless now but it was hard to witness. On the other side of the room was a small child.. his eyes started to swell up. She seemed so... lost his heart broke. A torn teddy bear was beside her, she was in a ripped and severed pink skirt and white t-shirt. And on the wall beside her was written in blood 'The Forgotten.' He walked out of the room not wanting to look at the sight anymore and he went back to the living room, staying there for the rest of the evening until he could fall asleep calmly and assured that he wpuld be okay. He decided that in the morning he'd kill the two upstairs so that way they wouldn't be stuck like that forever..

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