The Last of Me: Part I (Reader-Insert)

Chapter Two - Plan B

F/N - First Name
L/N - Last Name
D/G - Dominate Hand
H/C - Hair Colour
E/C - Eye Colour

Nickname: Anarchy or A (Kid by Joel and Tess)
Starting Weapons: Colt Python, long barrel; durable crowbar; pocket knife.
Expert: Like Bill, you like using scrapped parts to make various new items and traps.

Background Info: Two years before the events of TLOU1, you were running from you last group, you landed into Boston where you were already in all types of trouble until that trouble landed you in Tess's and Joel's mess. Since you owed them your life (and risking their lives), you decided to take up tasks and errands, occasionally going out on runs with them once they warmed up and you proved yourself, you manage to come a smuggler like them and being their 'Eyes & ears' around Boston and if someone bothers your bosses.

- SUMMER, 2033; BOSTON - 

I followed Tess and Joel down the stairs to the outside area of the apartment where the hideout was stationed, talking plans and strategies with them on how we're gonna handle Robert. The quick and easy route was the checkpoints, which were thankfully still open around this time of day, making it easy for us to reach Robert. But if things were ever to go wrong, we would take the alternate route which was much longer and more hazardous.

Before we left, I managed to grab the new papers that I forged for us, and handed them off to Tess for safekeeping. Back in the alleyway, I followed the two adults to the checkpoint, passing by two people near the dumpster talking about their work and what not.

I looked around but expected nothing new as I had passed by this place more frequently than I'd like. Even the FEDRA sign has seen better days from its vandalism and rusted down structure on the cracked brick wall, posted with various lines and graffiti. Clothes hanging from a line to be dried out above us, the air heavy with an awful stench of rotten black bags of garbage and items everywhere you look, broken windows boarded up with a wide broad board of plywood. Across from us to another building as we exit out, a sign above the Ration Distribution Centre that still hasn't opened.
CURFEW HOURS STREET HOURS 6PM-6AM ANYONE CAUGHT WITHOUT PROPER PAPERS WILL BE ARRESTED ON THE SPOT

It was hard to read the last part of the sign due to the dirt and rust covering most of the bottom from the weather. It has been worn-out these past few years and I highly doubt that FEDRA is gonna use their time to clean it or replace it.

"Attention," The intercom transmitted from the connected speakers throughout the district, a big heavy duty truck driving by with a mounted gatling gun, "citizens are required to carry a current ID at all times. Compliance with all city personnel is mandatory."

"Look at that." Tess looked at the line, trying not to make it obvious with the guard looking—most FEDRA guards don't take it kindly when people, even if it's something small, look and talk about what's going on around them. She leaned back against compartments that look similar to a mailbox back in the modern era before the infection. She pointed out, "ration line hasn't opened yet." She continued. "Must be running low again."

In the distance, I could hear someone ask how much longer it's gonna be before they can get rations and was replied with an annoyed tone of voice from the FEDRA guard stationed there. I shook my head lightly, it's gonna be another week or so until they can finally stock up. I still wonder how this district hasn't fallen into anarchy yet. My eyes darted over the familiar wanted posters of various fireflies before I moved my feet, catching up with Tess and Joel who had made their move.

We passed by a sectioned off apartment, hip height fences posted up with a uniform of yellow and black painted stripes. There was a group of people getting pushed out and onto their knees. One of the guys resisted but was still forced down with a much more heavy assault before scanning them. Tess pushed me along, not wanting me to see the aftermath.