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This story will follow the character names Fuller, he is a character I created for a The Last of Us RP, and I enjoyed RPing as him so much that I wanted to write a story involving him. Not only that but I also liked the back story I had created that I didn't want it to simply be stated in conversation through the RP, but I wanted to experience it for myself and wanted others to be able to do the same.

If you at all read my other ongoing story, which I an collaborating on, named Kirk's Story and think I am stopping that one then do not worry. I am writing these stories together, although they do not link together in any way. So, if you wish to read one you are not required to read the other.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it. And if you wish to leave a review, whether to praise or critique, then feel free to do so.

Disclaimer - I do not own The Last of Us or any trademarks or properties as they belong to Naughty Dog, other than my OCs of course.

Prologue

On the exact day that the cordyceps hit Fuller had also turned Seven years old. On the morning he woke up and burst from his bed with excitement, put his dressing gown on over his pyjamas and hurried on down the stairs. His feet made a loud thud as he skipped the last few steps to reach the bottom quicker. Upon passing through into the living room he saw the couch had been moved back from it's usual position, leaving a wide open space. The curtains were wide open and a large beam of bright light filled the room, giving a golden aura of sorts. Filling this large space in the centre of the room was his Mother, barely 30 years old with long wavy brown hair and chestnut brown eyes to match. Her skin utterly perfect, she was beautiful in every way. Next to her standing tall was his Father. He was six and a half feet tall, with black hair that was short and spiked. He had a stubble lining his cheeks, and dark blue eyes that glared happily down at Fuller.

Fuller was identical to his Father in every way, even in such a young age, albeit without the fashionable hair and no facial hair either of course. He looked between his parents and saw his twin sister. Her face looked almost identical to his, except a lot more feminine. She had her Mother's eyes however, as well as a shortened version of her hair. Even though they were technically twins its almost like they took after different parents, which for them was normal and they were happy with that. His sister was in the middle of unwrapping her presents. Judging by the wrapping paper thrown about everywhere she had been down here for a few minutes at least and was going at her presents quick and hard.

"Happy Birthday Son" his father said cheerily as he knelt and spread his arms for him to have a hug. Fuller ran into his Father's arms and enjoyed the embrace. His Father let go and said "Time to open your presents now". So Fuller rushed to his own stack of presents and much like his sister, he attacked the wrapping paper eagerly to unveil his magnificent gifts of this year.

Later in the afternoon all four of them were sat at the table in the dining room. Fuller and his sister were sat on one side whilst their parents sat on the other. Behind him and his sister was a smaller, round table with loads of plates, dishes and bowls over it. As a treat the parents had made a special buffet of all their favourite snacks. All manners of chocolate and crisps, cakes and fizzy pops. Normally their parents ensure they have a balanced diet, they were all very healthy and none overweight in the slightest. But as it was their Birthday they were spoiled and allowed to pig out and enjoy everything.

Fuller carried around with him a model race car which his Father bought him. It was a Red Ford Mustang with labels and brands all over it. The reason why he loved it so much is because it very closely resembled the car his Father used to drive when he raced professionally.

His sister, Marie, carried a doll. The doll had long red hair, wore a blue and red striped dress and had brightly coloured little shoes on. It was a family heirloom for the females of the family. Just as Marie was given it by her Mother, she was given it by her own mother. It had been this way for the last few generations of her family.

As they sat at the long square table they were munching away on their snacks, with their favourite presents barely an inch away from them. Their Mother and Father looked at each other and at their children in happiness. They too ate their snacks but slower than the kids did.

Soon after a phone rung with the song "Carry On Wayward Son" blasting out. The Father picked up his phone and answered

"David, now is not a good time! It's my kids' birthday remember?" He said into the phone, wanting to get back to the day as soon as possible

"I know that Joe, and believe me I didn't want to interrupt but I thought I should tell you, put the news on. I just got home from work and saw what was happening, you won't believe it" the voice stated back at him.

The Father, otherwise known as Joseph but often called Joe, didn't know how to respond but he got up from the table and walked out of the room. Everyone else watched him as he did, wondering what was going on.

Joe entered the living room and lifted the remote from their couch to switch the TV on. As the screen lit up the news came on "The news isn't for another hour" Joe said down the phone

"I know, but just listen" the voice said back to him. Joe focused on what the newscaster was saying

"... was believed to have originated from within the centre of the city, but has quickly spread outwards. Scientists say they have no answers for this as it has happened too quickly. We..."

Joseph was shocked at hat he was seeing, people were running away from other who were baring their teeth like mad people. There were even pictures of people biting chunks out of each other. They reminded him of scenes from Snyder's version of "Dawn of the Dead"

"What is it?" Joe asked

"They keep calling an "infection". It just came out of nowhere it seems. People started going crazy. I was at work when it started, I got sent home early though so I wasn't too caught up in it" David's voice responded to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah! A couple attacked me, but I escaped with no real harm done. They seemed crazy though, almost foaming at the mouth like." His voice became weird in fright as he spoke

"What do we do?"

"For now they are just saying to stay home if you're outside the city. It doesn't seem to have reached that far outside the city for the time being so we should be fine. But it's possible it could get here I say."

"So what are you going to do?"

"For now; lock every door, cover all windows and keep quiet. I'm gonna get my gun out the cabinet too, just in case" he stated and then finished with "I suggest you do the same and keep that family of yours safe. I gotta go, good luck".

Joe put the phone down slowly and silently and then practically dragged his feet as he entered the Dining Room again. His Wife looked up at him "What is it hun?" She asked with deep wonder and all Joe could do was stare at his family as he was afraid of what might happen.

Fuller meanwhile looked at his Father, and even though he was only seven he seemed to understand that something was different and that things would never be the same again.