The Girl From The Alley

by SolidSnak0815

Though I chose the Last of us I'm only basing it on Joel's and Ellie's relationship, also, none of the last of us characters will appear. Well i may use their names from time to time, just keep in mind that is not really them. Rated M for swearing and Violence. The Last of us is owned by Naughty-dog and Naughty-dog is owned by Sony. Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. kay tanks bye

1. The Beginning

The Girl from The Alley
Hello this is my first story I've shared this story with several of my friends and they all agree that i should upload it so here is the prologue, enjoy!

My name is John, I am 17 years old, I have no parent's and I live alone in a crummy old 2 story house, but hey at least I can call it home, that's more then most people can say nowadays. I decided to use my crummy old 2 story house and open up a shop, I call it "John's Jack of all trades," Really what it means is you pay me and I will do a job for you whether it be mowing a lawn, doing your chores, cleaning your house or car...and some times...killing people. Now i'm just going to stop you right here and tell you to get off your fucking high horse, where I come from you do whatever you have to just to survive, whether it be stealing, or killing, chances are that person you killed was going to die from a nut-job or starvation, it's a 50:50. Now that we got that out of the way lets move on. Business, the life of modern society you wake up at 6 o'clock you get off at 8 0'clock, or at least that's the normal way. owning your own business can be pretty nice at times, your the man of your own world, you start work when you want to, you get off when you want to. My business up front is this nice little "pay me and I do your chores and mom and dad don't have to find out". Now that's if your a kid if your an adult I offer the normal, clean car, mow lawn, then I offer if you want somebody taken out, most say no, others call the police, like they ever show up though, useless pigs if you ask me. I've become a regular contact for the local mob. I don't ask questions and I kill the target assigned to me nice and simple, plus the pay isn't to bad. This is my life everyday in the shit hole of a city called new York. But business is good in new York so I really cant complain, but then one day a old man came into my shop little did I know that was the day my life was going to change forever. End of prologue

So what did you think? This is my first story, so feed back is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading!