A/N: Hey guys! PokeSpeFanGirl here! Since this is my first fanfic, I'll just make it a short one to see how it goes. As you can tell, this is probably going to be a mix of PokeSpe characters and the game 'The Last of Us'. Constructive criticism are welcomed!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Last of Us or PokeSpe. Although I want to... *sobs*

17 May 2023, Saturday, 11pm

"The plague has been around for 10 years now, and scientists have yet to find a cure! You'd think they would have found one by now!" I watched my sister, Blue, vent her anger around the house. Our parents had fallen prey to this deadly virus 5 years ago, and watching the news had just reopen the emotional scars of ours. And I'm not even sure my parents are on Earth or in Heaven. Perhaps, Hell.

Hold on... i haven't introduced myself. I'm Silver, brother of Blue. Well, we're not really related by blood, but we had a long, terrible childhood together. We share our fears, sorrows, delights... You get the idea. We were orphans, but Blue found her parents, and since I couldn't find mine, they took me in. That was 6 years ago. A year later, this plague, called the cordyceps brain infection, infected them.

How do they infect people, you ask? The cordyceps brain infection, CBI for short, is found literally everywhere. And I don't kid around. It's airborne, waterborne, you name it. It attaches itself to the brain stem of its victim and works its 'magic', either tearing apart the memories or taking control of the victim completely. Normally, it's the latter.

We live on ration cards everyday, since it's the pay for working adults. We don't do 'work', so we steal them. Pickpocket, robbery, break-ins... We've done it all to get the cards. Our, ah..., 'friends' you might say, are living in the west sector, alive and kicking, as far as we know. Their all there. Red, Green, Daisy, Bill, Yellow... Only Gold, Crystal, Blue and I are here in the east, the problem is, we hardly keep in touch, due to strict curfews. Soldiers then 'take care of the city', as they, or the government officials call it. Apparently, that phrase means killing innocents, including our parents, that harbor CBIs. But since when do we stick to the rules? Neither of us care. Not like there was anybody else besides ourselves that show us care or concern. It was like a living hell.

"Officials have been working hard to discover a cure," The nonchalant news reporter said. Working hard? I'd say that they ought to work harder. What a bunch of bullshit.

"If you have seen any member of the Fireflies, please report to us immediately. Remember, harboring criminals is an offense, and you could be prosecuted. Report any suspicious activity-" Blue shut the TV off and mumbled an almost inaudible 'I'm going to my room' before stomping off. Oh yeah, the Fireflies? They're a group of rebellious people, also working hard, I'm sure, to find a cure for the CBI, also to no avail. The only difference between them and the government is that they, referring to the Fireflies, are independent, attacking the quarantined zones and are against the government officials. Yet both groups can't find the damn cure.

Like a bolt out of the blue, a scream rang out, followed by a definite bang. It's definitely Blue's. I shot to alert and ran up stairs, shock and anxiety glued to my skin. There she was, crouched on the floor, a hand raised to her lips, tears cascading down her cheeks. Upon seeing me, she used her other hand and pointed to the window.

A/N: And that's it for the prologue! I should be able to finish the next chapter by today if possible. And reviews are welcome!

Reminder: I am a newbie at this. Please let there be no flaming!