The Last of Us: The Last Prototype (Cancelled for Rewrite)

by Assassin Poma

For almost 25 years, The last Evolved, Michael Diego, has been on the run across the country, going from Quarantine Zone to Quarantine Zone, never staying in one place for more then a couple of months at most, but when he runs into Joel and Ellie on their quest to the Fireflies, he discovers there is more to life then he originally thought. Rated M for blood/gore, cussing, etc.

1. Chapter 1

The city was quiet.

That wasn't anything new, Boston was almost always quiet nowadays, the only disturbance to the silence was the occasional clicker pack or fight between FEDRA and the Fireflies. He hadn't been in Boston for long, a month to be honest, last time it was Atlanta, 4 months, and before that, Chicago, 2 months, he moved to Boston because of rumors indicating that FEDRA was getting too tight, which was causing the Fireflies to be more active. That meant more fighting, and Michael loved watching people tear each other new assholes, Fireflies and FEDRA alike.

Michael chuckled, a rare event in that time. FEDRA, what a bunch of moronic assholes, Blackwatch made them look like a swoop gang back in the day. Shit, thinking like that made him feel old. He was 40, but the Blacklight or "Mercer" Virus kept him from aging. He still looked like a teenager. It had been 25 years since he had been infected, 25 long years, time passed by at a snails pace for Michael sometimes, a day could feel like a year, and a year can feel like a decade, it really depended on how bored he got.

He shuddered from atop the skyscraper. Boredom. His worst enemy, Blackwatch and FEDRA be damned, was boredom. It drove him to the literal brink of insanity on occasion to the point where he would do anything to amuse himself, hell, he once disguised himself as a Firefly soldier for two months just so he could have some fun killing FEDRA. But then it got boring and his disguise was tragically eaten alive by a pack of clickers, or so they thought. In reality he simply faked being dead to convince them.

It worked, seeing as how he did not even need to breathe to stay alive, again, thanks to the Mercer Virus.

But now he was bored all over again, and when Michael Diego was bored, heads rolled. As he was crouched on the edge of the building, he looked around the city from his high perch, to his left was the Quarantine Zone, who had gained the cognitive ability to learn not to fuck with him about 2 weeks ago, until then they sent patrols and APC's after him around Boston.

17 Dead patrols and 2 destroyed APC's later, they stopped sending people to try to capture and/or kill him. It's amazing how killing people gains you privacy & respect.

He stood up as he heard thunder in the distance. It would storm soon, he would have to get to lower ground, he got struck by lightning once about six years back. He lived, but he had no intention of going through that again.

He took a single step forward, and began to plummet nearly 400 feet to the ground, as he landed it cracked the asphalt and sent some of it flying around him, making a noise that every Clicker worth it's beans could have heard for miles, and he took off into a sprint towards the Quarantine Zone at speeds that no human should be able to accomplish.

But Michael Diego was not human. Not anymore. He was the last trace of the 2008 infection, the remnant of Mercer's legacy, the sole survivor of the evolved.

He was the last Prototype.