The Last of Us 2
Chapter 1
One year later...
Ellie was bored out of her ever loving mind. Day by day all she did was read her old comics and stupid little chores around the plant such as cooking or cleaning. "Do I look like I'm a housewife or something?" She muttered to herself as she put up the dinner plates. Crash! She spun around pulling out her trusty blade and had it at ready. Inching towards the noise, which had come from one of the supply cabinets, she cautiously approached clutching her blade. Jumping a little she watched as a rat made off with a piece of cheese. Groaning she put her blade back in her Jean pocket. "I never thought there would ever be a day that I actually missed the infected." Sighing, she walked back out of the supply room and into the cold morning air and right into none other than Joel. Joel had, without a doubt, gotten older. His black hair was now tinted with gray and his face showed signs of age. He was wearing an old blue tainted t-shirt and dark blue jeans with some brown boots. Yup, he was southern at it's best. "Are you done with kitchen duty?" He asked her in his regular thick southern accent. "Ohh kitchen duty?" She told him. "I thought it was a new casting call for "Do you wanna be a boring ol housewife." She grumbled. "Ellie..." He warned her. "I know. I know." She said. "Finish the fucking kitchen duty." He shook his head at her and walked off. She walked right back into what had become something like a private hell for her, and went back to work trying not to think about a billion ways of killing herself to stop the torture.
Bang! Pow! Pow! Pow! ZIIIPP- Ellie flew under the tables as a bullet hit merely inches away from her head. "Fuck!" She cried out as she grabbed for her blade. Sitting up she peeked to see what she was dealing with. Hunters. Of course. She swallowed and inched her way towards one unsuspecting guy. Inching up behind him she stabbed him straight into his neck. Blood immediately started coloring the white tiled floors red. She then ran out of the door and ducked behind an old crate. BOOM! A rifle echoed through the night. Okay Ellie, what now? She thought. Looking around she scoped her surroundings. Find Joel. Picking up a 9mm pistol she had seen was laying around from a dead hunter she tucked it into her jeans and grabbed the ammo as well. Everything is going to be just fine. She reassured herself. CLICK CLICK CLICK. Famous last words. Clickers! "Infected!" She heard someone shout from far away, followed by a scream. Joel then appeared and screamed at her "Ellie! Get out of here! If we get split up meet me at the-" A whole swarm of clickers then appeared along with some runners a bit away from them. (Clickers are in stage 3 of the infection and can only see with sound. Around them you must be as quiet as possible if you don't want your neck ripped out. Runners are exactly as they sound, they run. x3) "Just get somewhere safe!" He yelled. "I'm not leaving you! We stay together!" She shouted back. "Ellie, I'm not asking I'm telling! Get out of here right now!" He gives her a shove towards the exit doors and yanks them closed behind her. Turning around she bangs on the doors. "Joel!" She screams. Leaning against the doors for support for a moment. "Joel..." She whispers with her heart pounding. Closing her eyes she tries not to cry. "Joel..." She calls out again. She hears nothing. Not even the terrifying sound of clickers. Nothing. Not even the sound of the wind any longer. It's like the world has completely halted. She grabs the doors of the plant and yanks it open, looking around. "Joel!" She cries out. -silence- She's all alone.
