The Last of Me: Part I (Reader-Insert)

Fate is a hunter, skill is no use and luck will eventually run out in dark, desperate times like these. How might I know this you ask? Simple. I'm forced to be living it. Think of the nice sun in the sky as it beams down on me, going out with friends and family, going to the movies and gossiping about whatever in school, that's what I dream about every day. But. Instead, I'm counting my days, fighting for my life and friends, going home and wishing I won't wake up the next day. You can't hide because it will eventually find you. You can't fight because it will get you killed. You can sure as hell run, but that's only gonna get you so far until you break down for it to get to you.

(Work is also on AO3 under TheDarkGaylord!)

No matter where you go, it will eventually catch up and drag you down. Yes... Fate is indeed a hunter. And it's hunting me.