Day in and day out we run. Never stopping; never looking back. We don't live; we survive no matter what the cost. I had to get handy with a gun real fast, can't survive out here without one. I've got my pistol in one hand and a bottle in the other, that's all I'll need. My name? Not important. Not like THEY are gonna care what your parents named you when you came into this God forsaken world. All you need to know in a post-apocalyptic world is two things: how to shoot a gun and how to make a run for it. Call it gun and run if you will. Anyways, if you don't know how to do these two things, you're as good as dead. My travelling partner, Joel, did a good job of drilling that into my head. Yeah thanks, Joel. He taught me that the only thing you can rely on in this decaying world was one thing; yourself. And a few bullets loaded in a pistol would help too. Infected roam the streets, day in and day out, never faltering for a second, not so much as a glance to their fellow comrade. They only have one thing on their mind and that's to feed. Let's hope I'm not their next meal. Throw one, two, three bottles in another direction and maybe if you're lucky they'll follow it. Dead shuffle heading towards the mystery sound, must be my lucky day. Now's out chance! I run and run and run until my lungs burn and my feet refuse to obey my mind. We made it, we're safe. That was until I hear the tell-tale sound of a Clicker nearing us. Clicker's; the worst kind of infected; Must not be my lucky day after all. Clicker's are the lost souls that have been around long enough to grow fungus over their eyes. Due to their lack of depth perception they use a series of clicking noises resembling a bat and its echo location. The slightest sound will set them off making them much more dangerous than normal infected. Crap. What do we do now? Wait… is that a brick I see in the distance. Perfect! Now all I have to do is reach it. Come on just a little further… Just a little-YES! Okay, now all that's left is to take it down. I take one, two, three steps forward and raise my arm high above my head- by the way, quick note, the upside to Clickers is that as long as your quiet they'll never see you coming- and swing my arm down upon his fungus riddled skull. SPLAT. Well that takes care of that. Now all that's left is to get past this bridge… Oh great, this is just perfect; it's blocked off and has a huge gaping hole in the middle of it. How can this day get any better? Wait a second is that gunshots I hear? Oh goodness no, I just had to jinx it didn't I? Hunters were coming and they didn't sound like they want to have a tea party with us and talk about boys. No time to think we got to jump. I grab Joel's hand and dive into the water momentarily forgetting that I couldn't swim.
Where am I? Am I on sand? Where's Joel? A hand enters my vision and I see Joel, standing above me, hand outstretched. I grab it and my pack and we walk.
We are the ones left, the non-infected, the scavengers shifting and twisting through the streets. We will not just survive; we will live even if it means leaving a trail of dead corpses in our wake. We are not just survivors, we are human, maybe one of the last… My name is Ellie and this is Joel and we, are the last of us.