The Last of us: Northern Soul
chapter 1
The sun bore down onto Sams skin through the wooden planks where his bedroom window had been. golden beams seared across the room onto his still closed eyes. the light dragged him into consciousness, he flexed his body and stretched his arm out..she wasnt there. He hesitantly opened his eyes. squinting into the mornings first rays he made out the shapes of his blade (shortened japenese sword ,shiny) and his rifle (a british armed forces L115A3 sniper rifle, slightly less shiny), but she wasnt there. he stretchd his body some more then felt those few seconds of blissful ignorance you get when you wake up slowly leave his body as everything that had happened came flooding back to him. He dreamt about her all the time, he dreamt about that night they spent together atleast every other night it haunted him and had made him feel empty ever since, sometimes she would sleep in his room and he secretly revelled in these moments. a chance to feel her heat on him. feel so close to her, feel safe. safe. this past years events had left him feeling anything but safe. he rembered it like it was yesterday. Infact it was closer to three years ago around november time, that whole month was a blur, he had won the lottery after getting a ticket on his birthday. a 21 year old winning 25 million!, people had expected him to blow it on extravagent luxuries and fancies but he was no fool, he put it all in the bank excpet from 5 million which he used to by and outfit his 10 bedroom dream home dubbed 'Fort Clune'. During that hecic time he would read the local paper, which he was in (begrudginly) and he rembered seeing an article talking about an outbreak in a small american town causing people to become agitated and violent and even in some cases attacking others. little did he know that within a month this so called 'outbreak' would be a pandemic, morphing people into vicous blood lusting husks of their former selves. If only they'd had more time. Time meant nothing now
He got up stretching as he went and put on his watch, it was 6 am (as if it mattered). He chuckled to himself. old Sam Clune hated mornings. The old Sam Clune would have tossed and turned and covered himself in blankets and returned to his slumber, but alot had changed about him since 'O day'. 'O day' was the term they had used for the first outbreak in the UK, no one really knew how the pandemic came to the UK but by the time reports of serious cases in and around Southhampton became national news it was already too late. London had sunk under the disease like a fat kid on a see-saw,the overpopulation and unnatural body to body closeness of its fine public transport meant that Englands most desirable city quickly became a forest of pretty flowers and green decaying bodies. those that had survived lived on the outskirts of London high up in towerblocks,well they didn't survive but they lived atleast until their food ran out then they where just another figure on the death toll or worse the 'turned' toll. The disease had spread from the capital like ink dropped on a clean white page, reaching across most of England within a month. Places in the north remote and removed little villages, areas where the news of the infection had already forced people to become fighters or fodder had become beacons of hope for the future of England, and it was in these areas that Sam's nightmare had begun. He stepped out of his room and walked down the stairs. something hit him hard across the base of the skull and his world went black.
