Alone Again (The Last of Us fanfiction)

The Outbreak

Liz

The door swings open with it's usual creak, the sound of both of my parents waking up the stairs follows.   

"Your home late," I say, glaring at the night sky from the window.

"Your still awake," my mom counters, pulling off her jacket.

"Touché," I mutter through gritted teeth. She laughs, her blond hair bouncing in tangled curls. My father strokes his black beard, awkwardly fixing his hair in the mirror behind me.

"Goodnight, Liz," my mother says as she pulls me off the couch. She kisses me on the forehead and pulls me toward my room, gesturing to my bed. I lay down.

"Ten year olds should be asleep by now," she says smiling. My eyelids are heavy, after waiting for their return for several hours.

She turns to leave, but I quickly grab her had. "When is Maya coming home tonight, mom?" I ask.

"Late, don't wait up," she says. She pulls the covers over my tired body and my eyes close. I fall into a restless sleep.

"Lizbeth! Get up now!" My father screams, bursting through my door. My alarm clock blinks the time, 2:30, as he quickly grabs one of my bags and stuffs as much in it as possible, a few pairs of jeans, shirts, jackets, socks and other clothing items. He shoves in the water bottle on my bed-side table and zips it up, throwing it at me.

"What's going on?" My voice cracks with worry.

"Nothing, we'll be-" he starts. A loud bang of a gun interrupts him. I grab the back-pack and shove one other thing into it, our most recent family picture. In the picture we stand, smiling, the photographer caught us off guard so my moms eyes are closed, my dad's mouth is open, and my sister is mid-laughter. I stand with my arms around my sisters neck and my left leg up.

"Come on, we have to move!" He yells. I walk out and down the dark hallway. My mom lays face first on the ground, motionless.

"Oh, my God," I freeze, eyeing the small puddle of red liquid around her.

My father grabs my arm and starts to run, but I can't move. My mom was invincible, how could this happen? She can't be dead.

"Liz, we've gotta go," he pleads. I shake her body out of my mind and start running. My father is faster, and when I can't keep up he picks me up and runs with me on his left side.

Loud grunts come from behind, followed by the sound of running. A bloody person runs up an shoves my father down, knocking me away from him. He tries to get up to run but his efforts prove a failure, as he falls and is stabbed repeatedly in the back. The bloody women looks up at me, and my eyes meet hers.

My sisters hazel eyes stare into mine. Her clothes stained red with blood, not hers, I conclude. She lifts her knife, covered in my dad's blood.

"Maya, what are you doing?" I ask backing away. I reach my hand under the couch, where my dad hid his gun.

"I had to save you," she chokes. Her eyes were filled with madness, with thirst. Not the calm sweetness they normally have. This wasn't Maya. "You couldn't turn into this, into me," her tears come out as blood and her eyes bulged as she spoke, blood from my father still dripping from her knife. "It's your turn, don't worry, Lizzy, I'll save you,"

I make contact with the gun just as she starts to run toward me. The bullet blasts through her shoulder and she falls. My mind is In disbelief, wake up, Liz, this isn't funny.

The sound of car horns and screams registers in my mind.

They're coming.

The roads are blocked, thousands of red tail light light up my way as I run on the side of the road.

A car screeches to a stop in front of me. I turn to see a crazed man running towards me, thirsty for blood. The window to  the car rolls downward and a bullet shoots past me, hitting the man in the head. I stand, petrified. I could have just died. 

"Get in!" The man yells. I climb into the passenger seat. Under other circumstances, I defiantly wouldn't have gotten in here.

He turns around, away from traffic. He drives fast and crazy, hitting plenty of mad citizens.

"Josh," he says, introducing himself.

"Lizbeth," I reply, eyeing the road in front of us.

"I have a friend, she was always quite prepared for this stuff, and she's got a bunker, that's where I'm heading," he explains, I simply nod.

He turns his head slightly in my direction. "What about you? Do you have anywhere to go?" He asks. I hesitate before shaking my head, analyzing possible destinations rather than death. I try not to think of my family's blood on the floor, my sisters face frozen in a mad expression.

The car suddenly jolts to a stop.

"Shit," Josh says under his breath.

"We've gotta flat," he gets out and checks the ground, rotating around the car. "God damn, we've got four," he locks me in the car.

I watch in silence as he tries to patch the wheels with part of his shirt, ripping parts off. I watch as a figure runs toward him. I scream for him to run, but my words are muffled my the car doors.

The figure uses a mere brick, and beats Josh to death. The mad-man slams Josh's corpse into the side of the car for good measure. I silently roll down the window without a sound and shoot a bullet through the mans brain.

I grab a map from the glove compartment, a place in Boston is circled in thin green ink, then jump out of the car and as soon as my feet hit the ground I run. I have killed two people within the course of forty minutes.

"Liz! Liz wait!" A familiar voice yells. One of my old teachers from school yells. She limps toward me, soon tackled by another insane soul.I gasp silently and continue running. I shake the fear of her eyes from my mind. I have to get out of here.

"We've got a girl!" A soldier yells. I gasp for breath, running through a maze of alleyways. The streets of the town I used to know sit in pure chaos.

I feel arms grab mine, picking me up. I kick to be free.

"Relax, relax," the soldier says.

"More infected are coming!" Another yells to him, readying his gun.

"She doesn't have a bite, just some bruises and scratches!" The soldier holding me inspects my bare skin, my pajamas are matted in blood, my backpack slung over my shoulder.
Bite?

The soldier shoves me in a car and the driver drives off, toward the plains surrounding Colorado, the streets cover in bodies, both mad and sane.

What is going on?