A/N here we go guys the last of us knock off. This story will start out T, but might change to M in later chapters. Because it is T I will refrain from using explicit gore, for now. I hope you enjoy.
Jeremy was pinned down by a jersey barrier, bullets whizzing by his head. He was pinned down by a group of hunters, who had already killed most of the group he was with to scavenge supplies. He was sure he was the only one alive if you didn't count the rest of the group 10 miles away still at camp. He was sure he wasn't going to make it out of this one with his life. The hunters were firing fully automatic weapons, even a mounted LMG. All Jeremy had was a hand crafted, unreliable semi-automatic weapon that used pistol ammo, as well as a military pocket knife. He knew he had to move, as the bullets were chipping away from the Jersey barrier, making the cover smaller and smaller as it ripped apart. Put if he were to move, he would have to be fast, very fast. He heard the LMG stop firing, obviously to reload. This was Jeremy's shot to move but he would still have to be careful of the regular M16's that most of the hunters carried. He shot up from his couching position like a bullet, running as fast as he could as bullets whizzed past his head.
He was about to get behind an old broken down car, but a round found his foot. He fell to the ground in pain, trying to crawl to the car as one of the hunters happily exclaimed that he got him. The LMG had reloaded by now, and continued to rain bullets down on the rusty car. He peeked his head through a busted window, seeing some hunters running towards his position with bats and other melee weapons. He aimed his semi-auto rifle at one of the hunters coming towards him, but had to shot back down into cover when a bullet hit the car really close to his head. On the left of a car a hunter came around the corner, his plank of wood cocked back and ready to swing. But Jeremy had fast reactions and was able to get a shot into his chest, making him drop his bat as he fell to the ground. A small pool of blood formed around the bearded hunter. But he wasn't dead as he heard him continue to wheeze as he tried to draw breath into his dying body.
He felt somewhat bad for the dead hunter, but he couldn't do anything now. He aimed through the window again, this time able to get a shot at a hunter in the back with a M16. The pistol round wasn't much damage through long range, and just wounded him as he fell to the ground with a bullet in his chest. He knew he needed a new gun if he hoped to make it out of this jam, and was constantly searching the ground for Mark who had a military grade sniper rifle. If he could locate the gun he could take out the LMG gunner with ease, but with it being pitch black because of there being no moon in the sky it was extremely difficult. He heard footsteps as more hunters got closer to the car. Luckily the LMG had to reload again, so Jeremy took his chances and stood up to get shots off at the approaching hunters.
There were five of them in total, two on the left and three on the right. He shot two on the right but had to reload. He turned around quickly and brought up his gun to stop a downward swing from a wooden bat. Then he kicked the hunter in the balls, making him drop to the ground. He flipped out his pocket knife and stabbed the man in the neck, before dodging another wooden bat swing from the second hunter on the left. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the LMG reloaded and about to fire another barrage of bullets his way, not caring about the hunters near him that would most likely get hit as well. Jeremy dived for cover as the LMG started opening fire, hitting the two melee hunters that were near him.
As Jeremy sat behind another car, he saw Marks dead body on the road with the with the military sniper rifle by his side. He couldn't handle much more of the LMG as it started to tear apart this older car, some bullets going all the way through the car and missing him by inches. He got down low to the road and started crawling through the asphalt and broken glass to get the sniper rifle. He was able to grab the barrel and then pull the rest of the gun towards him. He pressed the switch and the magazine came out of the gun, showing that two of the four bullets were still in. he smiled as he sat back up against the car.
Now the only problem was to get to a new place without the LMG noticing so he could get a clean shot. He looked at two tires that had fallen off the car. He stacked them up against each other on the right side of the car and put his semi-auto rifle on top of the tires. This gave the allusion that he was trying to fire on that side and waited for the LMG to take the bait. Soon he started seeing more bullets on the right side of the asphalt as the rounds missed his gun. He gave it a few more seconds before he crept around to the left, getting closer to the LMG gunner. He got behind another Jersey barrier, only a few feet away from where he was pinned down at the beginning.
He aimed his weapon and was thankful for the light the LMG gave off to show the gunners face. He put his head on the side of the rifle, closing his left eye has he looked through the scope. He lined the crosshairs up with the man's cranium, and pulled the trigger. He wasn't ready for the massive kick, and it hurt his right shoulder badly. But he did hear a lack of LMG fire, which meant he hit his mark. It took the hunters a while to figure out what happened, before one of them climbed the ladder to the small balcony the LMG was one. The hunter obviously did not know where he was though, so even though his shoulder was screaming not to, he picked back up the rifle.
He aimed the gun again, now holding more tightly onto the gun as he aligned the crosshairs with the target. He fired again and hit his mark, still hurting his shoulder with the round. The hunter fell of the balcony, onto his fellow hunters down below. He saw a hunter watch the LMG gunner die though, and was able to track the bullet through the way that the other hunter fell. He pointed to his position, alerting his allies that he was at a different position. Now Jeremy was scared because he didn't have a gun, but at least they didn't know that.
After a few minutes though, they figured he didn't have a weapon. They stopped firing their weapons as the slowly started to walk towards him. 'Fuck' thought Jeremy as he knew it was all over; at least he gave a pretty good fight. That was until he heard lots of automatic rifles fire, but from the side he came from. He heard screams as the hunters were hit, falling down to the ground as they were shot. Then something came up to him, knelling near him. He couldn't really see, his vision was blurry because he probably broke his right shoulder on the first shot. It wouldn't be surprising since it was a rifle and he was only a 14 year old kid.
He could still hear though, and heard a female voice ask of he was alright. "I think my arms broken, and I can't really see well." "Alright" she said, "I'm going to get you on your feet and take you back to my group's base to get that arm properly looked at." Jeremy just nodded, grabbing the hand that helped him up. The weird thing about the hand was that he felt like a lot of fur instead of skin, but figured it was just some gloves. His vision was really giving out on him, so he had to be lead through the maze of wrecked cars as he heard the group that had saved him finish off the hunters. He could see general shapes, but since it was dark even the outlines of most shapes didn't show up to him anyway.
He heard someone walk up to them as she was still leading him. "Is he alright" came an old males voice. "Yes he's ok, maybe a broken arm but I don't think he can feel it at the moment." "Alright, Kate are you sure we should help this human." "He's a kid, besides he doesn't pose much of a threat anyway. We'll patch him up and let him heal and then send him on his way." The male gave a satisfied grunt, and then Jeremy heard him walk away. 'At least I'm safe, I think. And what's that about me being human, aren't they human to?' thought Jeremy as he was lead away from the battle ground.
A/N so how did you guys like it? I worked really hard on this chapter and now I have to go finish my math homework. (What kind of teacher gives out homework on the first day of school?) I hope you all enjoyed and remember to leave a review; I am going to give up on Vors defeat. I really didn't have a lot of ideas in the first place and kind of hoped they would just come to me. Either way I'll see you all later, PEACE.