A world torn apart by chaos, hatred, and destruction. The last of us went into hiding because you didn’t want to get found. If you got found, it means you got picked. If you get picked, it means you were found, and you don’t want to get found because it means darker times are ahead of you. Well, that is what they say. No one knows what happens when you're found because no one comes back.
Darkness. All I could see was darkness. Then a light. I was in a small, dimly lit room, and I tried to concentrate on my surroundings, but I couldn’t see as everything was in a way fuzzy. It sounds weird, but that was just how it was. Suddenly, a small tray infiltrated my vision, and on it was what seemed to be, well, tools? What could they be for? I could not think long as someone came into the room with a syringe in their hand and on their coat what I could make out to be a logo with six dots connecting in the shape of…” You’re not supposed to be awake!” The man said gruffly. With a sharp sting to my neck and the cold welcome of darkness.
I woke up to the drip of water on my face and a well a knife in my hand. How did I get here? The last thing I could remember was nothing. I couldn’t remember anything. Not what my name was or how I even came to be here. After thinking hard for a minute and not coming up with anything, I got up from my spot on the ground but immediately stumbled back. The world spinning around me and a buzz ringing in my ear. When the buzz finally began to fade out and my vision focused again, I got back up. Only then did I realise that I was in a jungle? Or a forest, but what’s the difference? I mean both have trees, all kinds of plants and animals. From the bottom of the food chain to the top, getting more and more dangerous as you went up it. Seeing as I seemed to be stuck here, I decided that I may as well survive, meaning that I had to get supplies. I tripped over a rock, not looking where I was going, and hit my head on it in the process, my mind going fuzzy again in the process. “Way to go, Hazel.” I muttered underneath my breath. Wait a minute, Hazel. That’s my name. Hazel! Images started to flash through my mind, giving me the worst ever headache known to man. Why does this have to happen to me! I remember. Not everything about how I got here, but I remember my name. My celebration was cut short when I heard a rustle in one of the nearby bushes. My head darted around to where the sound seemed to come from, and I slowly approached it. When I got close to the bush, someone jumped out of it, holding a knife to my neck, and it was the same one as mine. “Don’t move.” Their eyes showed a hint of fear as they confronted me. “Who are you, and how did you get here!” “I don’t know, I don’t know the answer to any of those questions.” I replied, but that was a lie. I couldn’t tell her I didn’t know whether she was a threat or not, at least until I could trust her. “Wh-why can’t I remember anything? How did I get here?!” she questions, seeming confused and scared. All I told her was that I thought that we had been taken and put here for some odd reason, but I didn’t know why. I mean, I didn’t know anything for that matter. I mean, sure, I remember my name, but that wasn’t anything useful to me unless I guess someone asked for my name. The only reason I remember my name is because of some stupid knock on the head. It’s not like I can just tell this girl to go hit her head on the floor or something just so she can remember her name. What stupid person would do that! I began to think hard and long, questions flying around my brain as wild as a tornado. Why can’t I remember anything else? What is my purpose here? Why did I have KNIFE IN MY HAND?!
The knife. We have the same knife. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the knife studying it in my palm. Six dots connecting into the shape of an infinity sign. The same one that was on that man’s coat. These people are dangerous. We must get out of here.
A.N This one lowkey mid. I apologise for the cringe as well 😭
