Pregnant!?! (The Last Of Us Fanfic)

Endless fields

Ellie POV

"I'll check upstairs, you got down?" Joel asks me.

We've been searching through houses for weeks now, looking for ammo, food, clothes, anything that could help us. We've been traveling northeast, trying to find a highway or freeway. We did find a highway but it was short, didn't lead anywhere.

"Yeah, let me know if there's anything I can use up there," I say, walking into the house with him.

We found quite the weapons stash at this house that was basically underground, only the tiptop of it poked out of the ground. Joel told me that those houses were really popular when his parents were growing up. He didn't explain why, just said that they were usually very cheap and very cold.

I hold my handgun in front of me, ready to kill anything that were to jump on us. The house wasn't locked so anyone could be here.

I walk through the living room into the kitchen. Old gauze lays all over the counter, dried blood covers it. Something didn't end well. A line of old, dried blood follows down the hallway, past a couple rooms. I peek into the rooms, nothing. I check the back room before I decide to follow the blood trail into the room that has the door closed. I take a deep breath and slowly open the door.

I walk inside, nothing is in the room except for an old mattress that has blood all over it. The blood is old. The trail continues into the closet, which is also closed. I whisper, "Please don't jump out," over and over again.

I put my hand on the side of the closet door, quickly opening it and pointing my gun into the dark closet. A body lays across the bottom of the closet, dead. Mostly skin and bone, it's been dead for a while. I notice a thing of gauze and wrap on one of the body's legs, something happened. I look to the head of the body and it's evident that they killed themselves, shooting themselves in the head. The gun lays to the side of them, next to their hand.

I put my gun in the back of my jeans and pick up their small handgun. I check to see if there's any ammo.

None.

Either someone already looted here or there was only one bullet left and they used it to take the easy way out. The gun doesn't seem like it would work even if I were to clean it, so I set it back down, at the feet of the body. It looks like it was a man, according to the big shoes. I shake my head and close the closet door.

"Clear!" I yell out.

A couple minutes I hear Joel yell out.

"Same up here!"

Joel comes running back down the stairs as I walk out into the living room of the house.

"Was there anything up there?" I ask.

"Not much, most of it was men's clothes... you can look if you want-"

"Men's clothes usually don't fit well for pregnant people," I say, disappointed.

A couple days ago, Joel was finally able to replace all his clothes that he escaped with and find really nice shoes. We've only been able to find men's clothes lately, I'm wearing a long sleeved, dark grey sweatshirt that has one string and it's big enough to cover my stomach completely. Honestly, you'd just think I was fat or something. Joel told me it's better than nothing, but my slacks are in shreds and I can't find anything that'll fit me.

We've tried oversized pants with a belt but the belt put too much strain on me and after a while, my stomach would cramp up. I tried smaller pants but it just wasn't working out.

"I really need a shirt or something for when it gets warmer," I tell Joel. "Like, the sweatshirt is fine but it's starting to be a little too warm in the day,"