The Last Of Us

3

Three

"Wake up Y/n..." Yoongi wakes me quietly, shaking me lightly. My eyes open instantly, my body jerking up instantly. A cold sweat covers my entire body making my hair and clothes stick to my damp skin. I look over to meet Yoongi's gaze, his hair messy from sleep and eyes still dark and only halfway open. He looks at me and puts a finger on his lips to keep me quiet as his other finger points to the ground below. My eyes widen at the sight below.

Walkers...

Hundreds of them swarming below us, but passing by not knowing we were only ten feet above them. How do they not smell us?

I look back to Yoongi with wide eyes. He reaches his arm around my waist pulling me into a hug. They've always scared me. Sure, I can kill a couple dozen on hand if I feel like it, but it's what I remember about them from my past. Whenever I see them, all I can remember is my family being torn apart in front of my eyes, and not being able to do anything to save them.

Silent tears flood my eyes as I press my face harder into Yoongi's shirt, clutching the fabric inside my balled fists. He softly rubs my back with his hand while holding me as close as he can. He knows about my past, and luckily he doesn't judge me. He also knows how strong I am and knows that I can fight and defend myself easily. It's just that I'm broken inside. He's helped me become so much stronger ever since I met him. He's been rude and tough at times, but because of that I've become so much stronger. But that's when the nightmares started. Every night I would wake up in a cold sweat, normally screaming if I wake up on my own. That started over a year ago. Whenever I would wake up with no memory of the day before until about noon. But today is different. Why do I remember everything? But most importantly, why do I remember my nightmare?

YOONGI POV

Something's off with Y/n. I've known her long enough to know when something's eating away at her. She's been awake for mere minutes and I already know something is wrong. When she was asleep, she kept mumbling a name. All I could pick up was a "J" somewhere in the name. And that never happened before. It's things like this that make me wish I'd met her before all of this. Then maybe I'd know who she was calling out for. Then maybe I could help her. I'm not sure how though.

Her tears wet my shirt, my arms pulling her tight into my chest. This hasn't happened in a while... maybe something in her dream triggered this? I'm not sure, but I know I sure as hell can't ask her now.

The walkers below us are moving which is good. We can't leave until they're gone, otherwise we'll both be dead, and fast. It was a good idea to sleep in a tree, thank god for that. But why did Y/n want to do that last night of all nights?

Was it just dumb luck?

Or was it something else...

Y/N POV

What the hell is happening?! Why do I remember the dream? His face... the feeling of darkness closing in on me. God I just wish I could scream without bringing the both of us to our deaths. I pull my face out of Yoongi's shirt to try and calm myself down. Minus the fact that there's flesh eating dead bitches below us, this forest is actually really beautiful. The trees are all a brilliant shade of fluorescent green, Dianna and star magnolias in full bloom. The morning light filtering through the trees glistens off of the fresh dew layered onto the leaves. I guess it's just rotten luck (literally) that a herd just happened to be heading this way. The prison will have to wait, at least two days for the herd to clear out. If it ever does.

A flash of silver catches my eye from a few trees away. There's a man sitting in the tree across from us. Two. Three men. The first man was flashing a silver dagger, and had a smug smirk plastered across his face. He is very handsome though. The other two men as well. The man with the dagger is definitely the darkest, and through his smirk you can see cute dimples wanting to be shown. The other two seem to have caught my gaze, staring back at me. One, the one with very broad shoulders, seems nervous by looking back at me. The other, completely unfazed. He flashes me a bright smile, that I swear is brighter than the sun. That's weird. Why is a complete stranger smiling at me?

I look back to Yoongi, his arms still wrapped around me in a tight hug. I tap his shoulder to get his attention. Nothing. I lightly shake his shoulder to get some movement from him. Nothing.

This dumbass fell back asleep in not even 5 minutes. I roll my eyes at this "sleep deprived" idiot and look back to the newcomers. The sunshiney one is holding back laughter with his hand plastered across his mouth. The one with the dagger turns around to face him and puts a finger across his lips to silence him. He does instantly. The three men start climbing the tree on a signal from one with a dagger. As each of them get around 6 feet higher, they leap onto the tree next to us. My eyes widen when the first one lands effortlessly, barely making any sound at all. After they all successfully land, the shouldery one gestures to me to come up to them. I slowly and carefully unwrap Yoongi's arms from my waist. The branches above me are strong, and easy enough for me to reach and pull myself up. Even if I was small, I'm very flexible and athletic. Making it easy enough for me to contorte through the branches as quietly and quickly as I could. As I get closer to the top, I see the three whispering to each other and huddling around a small picture, glancing back up at me every few seconds. I find myself a decently sized branch and perch myself on it, trying to look at least a little intimidating in front of the three.

"Before I even learn anything about you, I have three questions for you." I say completely sitting my butt on the tree branch, and pulling out my personal favorite knife. I twiddle it in my fingers to look cool. I myself am not that intimidating but they don't need to know that. Ever.

"Oh relax." Says one with a toothy grin, his dimples giving him a soft persona. "You'll know everything and more about us in a short time..." He says, raising an eyebrow, eyeing my entire figure, making me the intimidated one.

"Besides," The broad one speaks. "We're only here to help you, Bambina." He smirks as he says a name that I can barely remember, but leaves an echo in my mind.

"H-how d-do you know that n-name?"