Luck of The Unlucky (The Last of Us)

Unexpected Meeting

Y/N walk through broken buildings and quietly snuck through a few alleyways before he makes his was to a tall building. He looks up at the remnants of an old church, vines crawling up the sides of the walls and only a few windows still remaining after all this time.

     Y/N goes over to a gate right outside of the churches reach, as he rummages through his bag. "Damn keys.. I really gotta find some kind of keychain.. or fuck, make one at least." He thinks before retrieving said keys from his pack and unlocking the door and making extra sure he locks the door back up.

     He makes his way over to a basement bulkhead thats almost overgrown and makes his way inside. The air is musty and a bit humid inside but hey.. no infected. Y/N makes his way to a nearby workbench before setting down his pack and opening up a map of the town.

     "Alright.. traps here and here are still set up... no explosions heard today so thats good.." he thinks to himself while guiding his finger across the tattered parchment. "Gotta clear out that old bar... ah shit.. forgot to scout out the car garage." He bites his lips before shaking his head. "It can wait till tomorrow, he won't mind." He circles those two spots and closes up his map.

     The bulkhead opens and shuts as Y/N can hear boots come down the stairs. "Oh great.. I bet this'll be great." He turns to see an old man pulling a gas mask off his face. The man drops off a few supplies and shuffles past Y/N with a grunt. "Good morning to you too Bill.." all that is returned is a scoff.

     "Okay old man, I got a few more sites to check, i'll be back in a few hours." He mumbles before throwing his backpack over his shoulders and grabbing his bow. "Did you check that bar yet?" Bill blurts out while cleaning his shotgun. He sighs while turning back to Bill, "I don't know bill.. you find Frank like we talked about??" As he barks back at Bill. All thats returned is a scoff as the old man slams down his gun and stares daggers into the boy.

     "Alright dude, you do your shit and i'll handle mine, how about that?" But the only thing returned was Bill mumbling something to himself. Y/N turns to leave as Bill yells across the room, "Go check those damn tripwires kid!" Y/N rolls his eyes as he opens the bulkhead and heads back out into the city.

     The city was quiet, a few buildings were completely sealed off by Bill way before Y/N even showed up. Every which direction was either boobytrapped or completely sealed off with vehicles or makeshift barricades. If Bill is anything he's definitely not a slouch. Y/N finds a few of Bill's traps still intact in which he takes this down in his Journal.

     As he's checking one of the barricades for any weak spots he hears a loud boom sound off in the distance. "Oh great.. thats one more trap I gotta put back up.." not knowing what he is going to walk into. Y/N jogs through the quickest and safest path to the source of the explosion up until he is a couple blocks from the site.

     The young boy crouches and skulks around the hidden paths that give him a good sightline in case he needs it as he keeps his bow by his side. He comes up to a barricaded camper and makes his way up as quietly he can and as he reached the top he scans the area. "Hmm.. so no people.. probably just some infected.." he thinks to himself as he puts the bow down next to a chair on top of the camper.

     He eyes a corpse next to the camper thats sporting a few arrow's in his chest. "Hey pal, remember me." He chuckles to himself as he hops down and makes his way to the spot that held the trip wire. Right as he is about to turn the corner he hears a sound inside of the building to his left. Y/N pulls a blade on his hip from its sheathe and quietly makes his way into the building.

     The inside of this building is on its last legs. Rotten stairs, paint cracking on the walls, and the floor almost the same color as the dirt outside. Y/N hears muffled groans come from the top of the stairs. A runner.. "I swear to god.. if this thing jumps me.. imma lose it." He thinks as he makes his way up the rotten stairs, every step making a cracking squeak. As he turns the corner to the first room he spots the runner holding its face, twitching all over.