THE LAST OF US: 20YEARS
Prologue
Dad spun, and the gun went off. I screamed as a searing pain erupted in my side. There was a loud ringing in my ears but I could faintly hear my dad pleading with the solider not to kill him. Then another shot rang out. It sounded different than the machine gun from before, but I was half deaf at the moment so that could be why. Then my dad was holding me, and I thanked god that he was alive. At this point I was crying in pain. I could feel my dad's hands putting pressure on my side, then I blacked out.
I awoke in my room, but something felt different. There was no pain in my side, I lifted up my shirt a little to look at where the bullet had hit me, but there was nothing there. I ran my hand across the strangely unscarred skin, and it felt soft, softer than my skin ever had. All the sudden I was naked, and I thought this must be a dream. So in thinking that it was a dream I tried to wake myself up, but nothing happened. I looked out my window and saw nothing but blackness. Then I opened my door, but instead of my house's upstairs hallway, I was greeted by more darkness. It was not complete however as there was a light, way off in the distance. Staring at the light I started to feel happy, and I proceeded to walk towards it.
After a few minutes there as a lightning strike. It was far away but I could still feel the heat from it, and my hair start to raise. Then there was another, and another. I turned around and looked at my bedroom door. Every time the lightning would strike, my room would light up blue. For some reason I started running to my room, and with every strike it would get closer. I reached my room just as another strike hit and everything went black.
I could hear my father saying my name and telling me everything would be ok. I couldn't open my eyes, but I don't think I wanted to. Other than his voice, I could hear screams, and gunshots. The screams sounded human, but not somehow. I was scared, more scared than I had ever been. The only thing keeping me from reseeding back into that dark place with the warm light, was my father's comforting grip.