Joel Miller X Reader Imagines and short stories

I promised to find you (pt.2)

Theme: Part 2 of the previous part, years later, now during the apocalypse

TW:None??

Word count: 2063

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20 years later...
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"God damn clickers" I say out of breath to myself as I wipe myself off and look down at the now dead clicker on the ground in front of me

I begin to feel myself get a bit tired after all of that fighting with the clicker and not to mention all of the normal infected along the way.

But I made my run. I got what I needed to get so now I can just get out of here and head back home.

Home..

No. I'm lying to myself. I haven't had a home in 20 years. Or maybe longer. I actually have no idea how long. The days started to blur together after about the first year and a half.

No place feels like home ever since I lost Joel. I have no idea what happened after that day. The day of the outbreak. Part of me wonders if he's still out there. Looking for me. Like he promised he would.

And it never helps that after I kill an infected, clicker, or anything else like that I always get this pit in my stomach just thinking about how it could have been Joel that I just killed and I would never know.

My head starts to become foggy begins to spin

I need to sit down.

I set my gun down beside me as I sit in a near by a near by windowsill

Fuck

As I'm sitting I start to here some subtle noises from the downstairs of the abandoned building I'm in

I perk up and start to get more aware of my surroundings because I know after 20 years of this shit that any sound could mean anything, or anyone

I slowly begin to stand up and stay completely silent as I listen to the noises happening below me

*thump..thump..thump*

Shit.

Those are footsteps

And they are too consistent to be a clicker or a runner so it has to be a person

I start to hear very hushed and silent whispers

Fuck. There's more than one.

I pick up my gun quickly and begin to slowly walk across the room to where I'm not in the middle of the doorway

*crrreakkk...*

'God damn it!' I think to myself

Of course now if all times is when my clumsiness decides to show through and it is probably going to get me fucking killed

The sounds downstairs go completely silent. They had to of heard me

I slightly hurry to the part of the room that I was trying to go to as quickly and quietly as possible

Now both me upstairs and the people downstairs are staying as quiet as possible

It's starting to feel like a game of cat and mouse. I just can't tell who is who

I can hear my heartbeat in my head

Fuck

I start to hear very quiet footsteps coming up the nearby stairs. It sounds like two sets of feet.

Ok. Two people. I got this

I hear the footsteps getting closer to the room I'm in

Along with slight whispers. One of them sounds like a grown man and the other sounds like a girl. Teenage maybe? I'm not sure