The last FPS 2
In every excursion Riley and I had taken to this mall, the most dangerous thing we've come across was a herd of deer parading through JC Penny's. Now we both no we're in serious trouble, and it's clear from our heavy breathing and accelerated heart beat.
"Riley!" I whisper, looking over slowly.
"I told you to be quiet." Riley scorns. "They'll go away."
"They'll smell us, Riley." I say, grabbing her forearm. "What happens when they smell us?"
Riley looks thoughtful. That is until the sounds of human speech join the infected slur. They're real humans, live ones. "Find cover!" A man shouts. "Take them out one by one, and conserve ammo."
"People?" I say quietly. "Where did the-"
Riley slams her hand over my mouth, staring blankly at the mirror suspended from the ceiling. I look at the mirror on the right side, and see a group of three mean and a woman diapering from the center of the huge hall. Luckily, my scream is suppressed by Riley's hand.
The groans and screams of the infected are heard once again. One of the survivors runs into the our store; Riley and I throw our heads down below the windows, and the man runs right past us, crouching behind the hood.
An infected runner charges into the store. I catch a glimpse of the inhuman organism. It takes the form of a girl and her mid twenties. She was thin and blonde; she would've been stunning before the gash on her left shoulder blade became a green house for the fungus-based infection.
The survivor stealthily creeps around the driver side of the car as the runner angrily searched the store on my side. Another living man slid into the store and began to follow the runner, staying against the wall. Eventually the second survivor managed to gets close enough to tackle the her.
As the man dives forward with a shiv in hand, the runner turns and deflects the attack. The man falls on the ground, and the runner is quick to jump on top of him.
"Mark!" The other man rises from his hiding place and slides across the hood of the car. The runner looks up from its agonized feast in time to see the first mans leg swing toward her face. She grunts and falls back before taking a bullet to the head and falling limp.
"Graham." The man called mark groans weakly from under his friend.
"Dear God." Graham kneels down and holds the injured scavenger's hand. "I'm gonna get you outta here, Mark."
"No, you have to leave me." Mark says, gargling blood. The red substance has coated the side of his face and is puddling around him as it leaks profusely from a wound on his collar bone.
"I can't." Graham says, seemingly holding back tears. "I can't do that."
"Open your eyes, Graham." Mark shouts angrily. "I'm done for.. Get out of here. Take care of the crew."
A woman runs in and slides to a stop at her downed partner's side.
"Help me lift him." Graham says beginning to hold the older man.
"What are you, insane?!" The woman says, standing. "We have to go before those fuckers come back."
"Ellie, let's go!" Riley whispers to me as she begans to climb out of her window.
"Wait, I-"
"Jen, We can't leave him here to turn." Graham says desperately.
"Ellie, come on." Before I can refute again.
"And we're not bringing him along to turn either." The woman argues. "It's too late for him."
"Please." Mark says softly as I crawl out of the car on Riley's side. We crouch and head to the entrance of our store. The main hall is desolate as the group of survivors had dispersed with the infected in persuit.
As we run in the direction we came, Graham and Jen's shouting voices echo through the building. "We have to bring him!" Graham yells.
Suddenly, the familiar cries of the agonized infected return at full volume. As Riley and I sprint fearfully, the demonic creatures run directly into our path from a large store on the left and block our exit. We skid to a stop and turn to flee the runners.
As we run back, the survivors accumulate in the hall and, one by one, notice the parade running toward. They immediately raise their pistols and begin to fire toward us. Riley and I attempt to shield our faces but do not stop running in fear of the screams behind us.
Suddenly Riley pulls me to the side, and we presume racing through a department store. "Hey!" One of the survivors yells. "Come back!" We do not turn to satisfy our curiousity, but keep running as bullets and shouts ring behind us.
Finally we reach a small back room. A door which reads exit above it is emplanted in the back wall. Riley slams her body into it with a loud grunt. I turn fearfully, flipping out my prized switch blade as she repeats the process several times. Finally, light floods the room, and she abruptly pulls me outside.
"Where are we going?" I ask, continuing to run by Riley's side.
"Back to the city." She says. "Ugh, Marlene's gonna kill us." She adds under her breath.
"That's if we don't die first." I say, chuckling softly.
"Just keep running." Riley says, pulling ahead.
Thank you for having read this far. If you've made it to this point, I'd assume you want more, and trust me when I say there will be more. This story's actually getting a lot more attention then I expected it to which is amazing. However, I'm putting it on the sidelines to a few other projects. Worry not apocalypse enthusiasts. One of the other two in-profess stories is another The Last of Us fic that follows Joel and Ellie after the events of the game. It is built to be a canon sequel to the game which is pretty cool, I think. (If anyone out there is with Naughtydog, I'm winking at you) Anyway, the other story is about ponies, so if you're into that stuff feel free to check it out. Both will be receiving hopefully consistent updates until they're complete at which point I'll get back to this story. Thanks again and enjoy the reads!