The Last Of Us

The one

I reach for the handle to the door which will lead us into the unforgiving wastelands of what used to be streets filled with people that lived carefree lives. But now we live in fear of outside due to the fact that its now a dog eat dog world. All we know is that the fireflies have a agreement with this person and want this trade. The cargo we bring I hope it's nothing heavy.

"How far, rachel?" I said looking at the rising sun.

"Just about a block away". Rachel seemed like she's not herself. I know that this way of living isn't what we were used to.

"Are you ok?" As I got closer to her.

Me and Rachel are more like sister and brother but not even close to related. Guess gun fights bring people closer.

"I'm fine" Rachel said with her back turned towards the gate of our compound.

Suddenly she starts crying. Rachel had a daughter before it all began 15 years ago. She turned right in Rachel's arms and had to do the dirty deed that nobody ever wants to do.

I lay my hands on her shoulders "it'll be ok". I felt like it was a personal conflict that I can't help with.

We cut through a abandoned building and this wasn't a ordinary building, me and Dawn used to go here every Sunday to get donuts and coffee.

I look over at the building and slowly walk in with a remorseful look.

"Man, this place has some memories in it" we slowly look for supplies to carry.

"What kind of memories?" Rachel said with a curious tone.

"Me and dawn used to get coffee and donuts from here every Sunday" I said as I lowered my head with sadness.

Rachel walks towards me and lays her hand on my shoulder.

"Look I know since everything when to hell it's been even harder then before"

I tried to brush it off "lets get this shit done".

We start hearing the most terrifying noise from the infected era.

"Clickers, hide"! We start scrambling to hide.

With infected being around for a decade and a half they start transforming from the spores that created them. Clickers are blind but with that comes a need for a new way to catch prey. Their heightened and new sense is echolocation. Even the slightest sound triggers them to search for prey.

But with hearing being their only tracking technique, throwing a glass bottle towards them makes it easy to fool them. The infected are plant based considering the spores that spawned them makes fire a useful tool.

"Rachel" I whispered towards her

"What"?

"Give me a bottle or something" I said hastily.

With me not noticing a bottle to my right, I slowly crawled over to it.

I crawled back to the makeshift cover and launched my attack.

-throws bottle-

The thing about clickers is they are almost bi-polar with attacks. One minute they are searching then the next calm as can be. When they are enraged its loud and disorderly. So it attracts more in the nearby vicinity.

I pulled out my handgun (my 9mm that dawn got me for my 30th birthday) still has my name faintly etched into the slide of the gun.

With clickers a headshot or fire is the only way to kill them. So loud gun or excruciatingly loud pain calls from the clickers.

I'm not a stealthy guy, so guess my approach.

-loads clip in and pulls slide back-

" let's kill this fucker" I aim and pulled.

A low yelp comes from a fallen clicker.

We dash out of the building and cut through that old diner. I felt like I ran off memories.

Now we find another problem, our meet spot has two military men in front of it.

"I got the one on the left" I said as I load a mag into my 9.

"Guess I have no choice but tight" Rachel said with a deep sigh.

Two bullets leave the chambers of our guns.

Two dead bodies.

We finally figure out what this is about.

I grab the handle.

I twist it.

This is about her.