The Last of Us 2
Chapter 5
Lorde- Glory And Gore
Noisia- Machine Gun- 16 Bit Remix
Lifehouse- Everything
Ellie
BOOM! BOOM! BANG BANG BANG! The refuge camp, what was left of it, was shaking violently. Ellie shot up, taking her knife with her, and ran for cover under a nearby table. Looking around, she saw there were multiple infected of clickers and runners. "I'de feel so much better with my blade and pistol." She confessed, still looking around. Suddenly, someone was beside her. "What the hell?!" She said, before a hand came over her mouth. "Shh." Drake told her. She didn't like a lot of things but, she had a feeling someone's hand over her mouth had just made the top of it. She stuck her tongue out and licked his hand. "Oh!" He said, shocked. "What the f-?!" Ellie didn't let him finish. She had to get to her weapons which were, at the moment, currently still in the nurse station. She crossed the room, crouching and at full speed headed towards the nurse station door. She should have known. It would never be that easy. Out of nowhere, a runner emerged from behind, attacking. "Fuck!" She screamed. Dodging the attack by mere milliseconds, she sinks the knife deep into it's neck causing a whale to surface from it's mouth. Retrieving the knife, she continues to her vantage point, the nurse station. Suddenly, a clicker flew like lighting towards her, at top speed before someone stabbed it straight in the face. Drake. "Ellie." He says. "I need to tell you something. He pants, trying to catch his breathe. It didn't seem like that was the only infected he had handled, not by a long shot. "Does it really seem like the time?!" She shouts. Running to the door of the nurse station she opens the door. She opens cabinets, drawers, boxes, but cannot find her backpack anywhere. Then drake enters the room, closing the door behind him. "That's what I was trying to tell you!" He tells her frustrated. "Your stuff is in the storage room!" A long silence emerges, as silent as it can be with infected surrounding you. "Uh- what?" She asks. "Your stuff." He talks to her as if she was a child. "Is in the storage room." Red in the face Ellie demands, "Well take me to the storage room then!" Drake responds, "Then hurry up! I'm not your damn babysitter." He opens the door only to be attacked by a runner. Ellie grabs her knife and latches onto the runner, stabbing it in the back of the neck. Afterwards, Drake puts his hands on his knees calming himself from the close call. She gives him an amusing look. "Yeah. It seems more like I'm YOUR babysitter." She laughs. He doesn't. "Let's just go." He tells her, turning away red-faced. They sneak through the dining hall, past infected. They take down two other infected to get through the storage room door. They open it and Drake retrieves Ellie's backpack for her. Clearing her throat Ellie says, "Uh- Thanks." Drake nods at her, ears pink. BANG BANG BANG Ellie and Drake both jump in response. "We need to find the others." Drake states. "Yeah. Separation is never good." She gets quiet for a moment. "Um- yeah..." He says. He grabs her hand and they go through all the rooms but all they see is dead infected. They stop in the sleeping areas and Ellie yanks her hand from his. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks. Drake looks away. "I didn't even know we were holding hands. I would never hold your hand voluntarily. Ew." Ellie frowns. He doesn't have to be so blunt about it. That kind of hurt a little. Someone coughs a little in the distance in the back of the room. "Hello, anybody there?" Ellie and Drake call together. Another cough sounds. They run towards the back to find Valerie alone laying on the floor, covered in blood. "Valerie...?" Ellie says. Another cough. "Hi, loves." She whispers. "What happened?!" Ellie and Drake say in unison. "Whatever it is we'll fix it! We just have to get you to the nurse station..." Valerie stops them with a frail hand up. "No, loves. Nothing can fix this. It's too late already." She tells them. "What do you mean it's too late?!" Ellie cries. "It's never too late! You cannot just quit living! You have to find something to fight for! Would your life have meaning if you just gave up on everything?! Is that how you want to be remembered?! Do you want to be remembered at all?!" Ellie cries. Valerie looks up at her and smiles. "I wish I had a choice in the matter sweetheart. Unfortunately, a bite is incurrable right now. To add on to it a shot to the stomach, if left unattended is already fatal-" she coughs more, so much that blood pours out of her mouth in puddles. "There is no hope for- for me." She gasps. "You're a sweet girl Ellie. You just have to show the world. I know a world-changer when I see one." She smiles, then grimaces from the pain. She turns to Drake. "Don't cry love. I'm going to a better place, a kinder place. A man isn't supposed to cry." She wipes a tear falling from Drake's face. "A smile gets you through hard times. If you can depend on anything. Depend on that." She smiles at both of us. "The world is only as cruel as you make it seem. Dream a better world, and a better world will be made-" she coughs violently again, with blood running down the sides of her mouth she whispers. "I love you both..." She smiles up at us. That's the last sentence she utters before her eyes appear unseeing. Ellie looks at Drake with tears in her eyes and understanding. She walks towards him and wraps him in a hug. "I'm so sorry." She tells him. Sniffling, they both listen to the cries of the infected beyond the walls of the refuge camp.
Oh man... This chapter had me really teary. Heh... 😰 Sorry for the abrubt tragedy but hey- it's the apocalypse. Nothing is pretty or fairytaleish about it. Nada, zilch, zero. Love you guys! Expect an update every day, I'll try to make it happen.
~Kate💕💕💕