Be All Poetic and Lose Our Minds Together. (The Last of Us)

ch 11

RILEY'S P.O.V.

"Riley, I can't go with you. I'm sorry, but my leg is fucked up and you'll just be held up. You have to get home. I can find my own way. Don't worry about me."

"Austin, if you really want me to leave then you're making a big mistake." I say. "You won't make it on your own. You're going to die."

"I know," he said looking at the ground. "I wouldn't make it anyways. Just go, Riley."

Then he turns around and walked the opposite of my direction. I don't know where he's going to go, but it won't be good. Why did he not want to join me?

"Austin, wait!" I yelled and ran after him.

"You really want to know," he said as he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket. "That's why. I'm infected. I don't want you to be in risk. You have to find your friend. Just go, be safe."

He then continues to walk away. I just stand and stare. He suddenly drops to the ground and starts twitching. He's turning into one of those things.

"Go!" He yells out to me.

I don't want to leave him there to turn. I run up to where he is. By the time I get there he is already one of them.

"I'm sorry, Austin."

I shoot him in the head, and he drops to the ground again. I walk away, I didn't want to do it; I couldn't just leave him there to rot. Rest in peace, Austin.

I pass by a small village, it looks like there are people living in it. I walk into one of the houses, and walk into a small shed. It looked abandoned, then I turned on the light. Dead bodies strung everywhere.

"Oh shit, could this be the place Marlene and the Fireflies showed the trainee Fireflies? No, it can't be the cannibal section ran by David." I say under her breath.

I look around more, it's not completely like David's camp. The walls are different, but the concept of the murder shed is like David's. I guess these people want to join David one day. "Gah, how the they stand this nasty smell. You can literally smell each cell of skin melting away." I said, holding back gags.

I look around more, all I see is bodies of men, women, maybe even children. Sick. There is also bloody weaponry on a shiny table. Do they aspire to be this dumbass David guy or something? Their shed is pretty much the exact same color as David's, just a shade or few off.

I look amongst the weaponry, and I see a small blade. I start getting cramps in my stomache. I know who this blade belongs to. The shiny blade and brownish handle. With a press of the small button, the blade lashes out and is sharp enough to cut through one of these dead bodies.

"Ellie," I whisper under my breath.