The Last of Us

The Tragedy

(A numb nut Zach stan's POV) It was a calm Saturday night. I had just gotten back from the mall and was exhausted (shopping is hard work. Shut up), so I decided that I was just going to hit the sack. As I laid down peacefully in my bed, I heard a sound coming from my phone. It was a Twitter notification from Zach. "What in the fuck", it said. And of course, me being my curious self, I opened the notification and saw that he had also posted a photo with the tweet. It was a screenshot of him not being able to log into his Instagram. Hacked again? Not surprised,  I thought to myself. I quickly went to Instagram and checked his profile. I saw that the hacker had left a little post. "Say goodbye to this account everyone. I will let zack get the username back but I'm takin over this account." I began to panic. So many things began to run through my mind. What if the hacker unfollows my account? Or deletes the account? Zach liked and commented on a lot of my photos too. I will be heartbroken if I lose it all. Those were really hard to get. About 30 minutes later, I checked his Instagram to see if he had made any progress of getting it back yet. My heart dropped when I saw that his account was permanently deleted. I began to sob. "I did everything for Zach to notice me and just for him to like my posts meant the whole world to me. And I had a follow too, and now it's all gone. That took me two years to get." I couldn't do this anymore. I decided to just go away and leave everything behind. I left my friends, family, and decided to move to Mexico. A few weeks later, as I began to pack my bags, my mind began to relive that horrible night. I started to cry again as I was leaving my house for one final time. I can't stay here anymore, I thought to myself. I continue to think about the horrible tragedy that occurred in this house every time I step foot inside. I have to do this. For me. For everyone. As I got to the airport and sat in the plane, I looked out the window and just started to think. Not saying a word. I still didn't want to face the fact that it was gone. The 400k. Our Zach follows. All the memories. Everything.

The End.