Hello there! With Frozen 2 out and The Last of Us 2 coming out next month I thought it would be a good time for a remaster!
The Last of Us: Prologue
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The outbreak started ten years ago. My family and I lived in Michigan, ya know the 'Snow State'. We were all confident that the infection wouldn't spread to the other states, but it did. It started in Washington, DC; the capital of the U.S. All the military weapons in the world couldn't stop it from devouring the States. It took two weeks and three days for it to spread across the U.S. and a month for the infection to spread across the world.
I was only twelve when it hit Michigan, my sister Anna, was only nine. My dad had bricked in the entire house and locked us all upstairs. We could hear the screams and gunshots in the streets, but we didn't dare move. We were barricaded in the house for about a month. Anna and I would spend our days solving the same puzzles or reading old magazines. Everyone in the house did as much as they could without making noise.
After the first month, we ran out of food. Our family set out and scavenged as best as we could, but we only managed to live in the house for another year. We had learned to survive. The streets were full of infected, see back then the infection hadn't been around long enough for stage 2 or another sort of other infected species to occur. The only infected we had encountered were stage 1, they were easy to take down, but hard to sneak past. They'd stand in place, moaning in pain, waiting for their prey, but they weren't near as dangerous as the people had become.
We lasted as a family for about six more years. We had made it to Colorado. Anna was now sixteen and she was more beautiful than ever. She had also become quite the bow expert. She was so graceful with it, unlike how she was with anything else. I was now nineteen, and a pretty good shot with a rifle, but I honestly preferred my deer skinning knife. It was silent, and stealth was key. We were out scavenging again, it was the first time we had seen or heard of a Clicker; for mom and dad, it was the last time.
Mom had got bitten by it, dad had managed to knife it in the back of the head before it could get anyone else, but it was too late for mom. We had sat up as a family that night, crying together and holding her. Usually, it takes a week before people turn, so we didn't expect anything the next night. How could we? I woke up to dad screaming and the noises of a runner in our room. Mom had turned overnight and had ripped him apart.
I was the one who had to stab her in the head with my knife. It dawned on me that I had not only lost my mother but my father in a single night. I looked at Anna who was now curled up in a dark corner. That night I had to become an adult. It was me who had to grab the bodies and scoot them in a closet so that Anna didn't have to see. I was so scared, but with Anna shivering in the corner, I knew that I had something worth fighting for.
Anna and I had been on our own for about a year when we met Hans. He was a healthy young man who took great pride in himself. Hans was 18, only a year older than Anna, and 2 younger than I. He was a skilled hunter and taught Anna how to hunt. She had grown very fond of Hans, at some point, they even became lovers of some sorts. Is it weird that I became jealous? I guess not. I couldn't help my protective nature for her. I was more fond of her than a sister should be.
It turned out in the end that I was right about Hans. He was a bastard. Hans had been with us 4 months before he left in the middle of the night with all our supplies. I hunted that asshole down. Anna told me to let it go, but I couldn't. It took us 2 hours to catch up with him. I saw smoke in the distance. It wasn't until I got near his makeshift camp that I could see him slouching by the fire. That was the first time I had ever murdered a person. I had killed plenty of infected but never had I ever killed a single person. I slit Hans' throat and watched as his life left him. I should have listened to Anna. I should have left him. That night something in me changed forever. It was something I could never get back, and even in these past 6 months, I still can't figure out what it is that I lost.
A month after I had killed him we got picked up by soldiers. Anna and I were on the verge of starving, I was so weak, but when the man pointed the gun at my sister's head, I snapped. I had bashed his face into the wall. Stabbed another soldier, and made my way to run, and I did run. I ran right into the muzzle of a gun. I'll never forget the day Kai saved us. He was a general; he gave his men orders to leave us be. He took us in, and I became a soldier. The training had been hard. I had to leave Anna by herself, in our new home, for a month. I had to execute infected civilians in front of their children. The hardest part of the job was controlling the hungry crowds. WHenever rations would get low people would riot. The people of the quarantine zones worked for ration cards and if cards have no value the people get reckless and bored.
Anna and I have been living in comfort for the past 6 months. My job as a soldier had helped us tremendously. We have enough ration cards to last us 2 years, easy. Anna didn't like the idea of me being a soldier, but I didn't care. It kept us alive, and her safe. That's what I cared about now; she was all I cared about. Anna was 18 now, and my 21st birthday is tomorrow. Living in this world had warped our minds, it had warped everyone's mind.
I looked at Anna laying down beside me, her auburn hair sprawled out of its usual two side braids. My own braid was loose right now. Anna looked so peaceful right now, she was worry-free. I smiled fondly at her. She was so beautiful and she deserved the world. I think I'm starting to fall in love with my own sister, and the thought terrifies me immensely. How could someone not love her though? I snuff the candle by my bedside and snuggle closely to Anna. I have early rounds tomorrow and it's time to sleep.
The.
Last.
Of.
Us.