The Last Of Us

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I'm lucky to be alive

Lucky my ass.

Flashback 6 years ago

Everything was normal. I was happy. My parents were there. So was he. My best friend who I don't even remember.

"Y/n! Dinner's ready!" My mother calls from inside the house. We race to the back door and into the house. I see his face next to me and smile. My best friend. Where did he go..?

Present

I don't know how any of it happened. We all ate dinner, he went home, and we all went to sleep. That night I woke up to footsteps and banging downstairs. I thought it was Father. But I was wrong.

It was them.

The dead.

The blood stained the room, the rotting stench burning my nose, the flesh molding and decomposing from their skin. At least I knew not to scream. I ran as silently as I could to my parents room. But they beat me there.

Seconds away from opening the door I heard my mother's scream. It pierced through the dead of the night like a dagger and pierced through my heart. Then came my father's cries. I'd never heard him cry before, and it was hard. My curiosity took over me as I reached my small and frail hand for the door knob, turning it slowly.

The door pushed open eerily, and I think a part of me knew what I'd see on the other side.

The sounds of flesh tearing echoed in the quiet room where both of their bodies lay. Silent cries escaped from my eyes as I slowly and quietly closed the door. I crossed the hall to my room where I ran to leave through the window. I remember turning back into my room before climbing across the old tree to his house. The pictures around my room seemed to call out for me to stay. Each memory echoing in my head, making my tears fall faster. I grabbed two small pictures, one of me and him, and the other of me and my parents. I tucked them on the inside pocket of the leather jacket I grabbed. I quickly slid on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt before running back to the window. I whispered a final goodbye. And after that, I can't remember a thing.

"Y/n we need to get moving." A voice made my eyes open to an angelic face. Min Yoongi. We've been traveling together for three years, and we make a good team. He's been like an older brother to me, taking care of me, watching out for me. He found me in a house, hidden in a closet and crying, trying to rock myself to sleep. He told me later on that he was planning on killing me because he thought I was insane, but after I told him my story, he understood. The two of us live together in this fucked up world full of death, and the dead. Both him and I had watched The Walking Dead before all of this happened, so we agreed to call the dead "walkers".

"The walkers are moving south, maybe a day and a half tops before they get to us." Yoongi says slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible, but we do need to start moving." He squats down to my level and cups his hand on my cheek looking me in the eye. His dark eyes pierce mine as he gazes at me sternly. "Why didn't you tell me you were having nightmares again?" He says barely above a whisper.

"I didn't want to worry you, same as before." I say standing up out of his hold. I grab my bag hanging from a hook in the old house's white painted wood walls.

"Yeah well even if you don't tell me I always find out. You know I always will." He says facing me, looking down to meet my eyes. "Just... please tell me next time?" His eyes are full of concern and genuineness. I give a small nod looking at my feet. He reaches his hand out and lifts my head to meet his eyes. "C'mon," He gestures to my bow and other miscellaneous weapons. I pick up the numerous knives and arrows scattered on the floor, putting them in their respective places. Yoongi grabs his sniper rifle, LOTS of handguns, knives, and another bow. He gave me a small nod before turning back towards the window we come and go through. He jumps down from the window, and I follow after putting on my leather jacket. The same jacket I've had for 6 years.

"So," I say as we start walking down a random street. "Where to next?"

"Anywhere but here." He says ruffling his hair with his hand. "Maybe that farm we saw a while back isn't to overrun." He pulls out a small map with numerous red X's dotted around, marking the places we've been.

"Yeah as if. We saw that place two weeks ago, there's no way it's clear now." I say lightly punching his arm. He turns giving me a soft smile.

"Hmm... I guess you're probably right." He turns back to the map. "Hey, what about here?" He nudges my arm pointing to an old prison. It was out of the way of all the herds we've documented, as well as far from any other place we'd already found.

"Do you think the walls are still up?" I question looking at the surrounding landscape. If it was a prison years ago, then it has to have walls or fences of some sort. And that's exactly what we need.

"Could be..." He says folding the map back into his pocket. "It's worth a try at least, right?" He looks back to me holding out his hand for me to take.

"Right..." I say taking his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and swinging our hands as we start walking down the abandoned road together.

HI!!! It's Bea! Sorry this chapter's kinda short, I couldn't really think of anything to make it any longer, but anyway I'm SO excited to write this fic because it'll be my first horror and thriller story! I hope you liked the first chapter! Also the song lyrics in the prologue are from the song Lucky by AURORA, she is so freaking talented so go check her out! Aight imma go make sum waffles.