Thread: Last of Us: A Story of Two Souls (BMD x EldritheWhisperwind)

It was a sunny afternoon as Desmond was out patrolling the streets of the city. The air was warm, it had to be close to mid May. It had been raining quite frequently these last few weeks. He was patrolling with his group to watch over the people of this fine civilization that was growing rather quickly over the last few months. The news that Chicago hosted the Guardians spread rather quickly. Some of the people of the city revered Desmond as a Sheriff of the town while others saw him as the the next closest thing to the 2nd coming of Christ. In times like these, some people just need someone to be their light in this darkness. He and his group were walking through the markets on their way to one of the checkpoints to make their rounds. He stopped at a fruit stand to pick up an apple, where the keeper of the stand was delighted to give him the apple for free in payment for all that he had done for this city. Desmond continued along with his other two walking mates. Not far from the fruit stand, there were sounds of shouting coming from two men. It started off as just meager yelling, but quickly escalated and became physical. Desmond and his men scrambled quickly to the scene. The bigger man, who was still about the same build as Desmond, had the man by the neck and wrestled him to the ground, strangling him as hard as he could. The smaller man fought as intently as he could but you could tell from the look on his face that he was going out. Desmond was the first to the scene and grabbed at the man's arms to free the smaller man. The two soldiers behind him grabbed the man as well and finally managed to pull him off the smaller guy. The two soldiers continued to hold the man by each of his arms. Des helped the smaller man up and let him catch his breath, What the Hell is going on over here? This little punk was trying to rip me off! The bigger guy quickly explained. Check his pockets! He's got my stuff! The man tried jerking his arms free from the soldiers. Lemme go! I'm the innocent one here! The soldiers kept a firm grip on the man. Desmond looked to the man, What's your name, kid? The kid had to be barely 18. He dusted the dirt off of the young man, now getting a better look at him. Karl.. sir.. the young man replied, his eyes trying to not meet those of the Sheriff's. I didn't take nothin'.. He tried defending himself, but it was clear in his face that he was a bad liar. His face was still a bit pale from having the life choked out of him. I wasn't even going to ask you what you took, but it's clear to me that you're being very defensive about it. Desmond had patted down the young lad's pockets of his jacket to find a small piece of bread. This is it? The man who know made himself look more like a boy didn't respond nor gesture to the food. Des placed the bread back in the boy's pocket, Scram, and stay out of trouble. The boy had looked up at him with an awed look on his face. He took one last look at the bully and didn't hesitate to dash away. Des' attention focused now on this bully. A piece of bread? The man looked away with a smug look on his face, I ain't gotta explain nothin' to you! He explained. His eyes peered back over to him from the corner of his sockets, Now get your dogs off me! Des raised his hand to have his men release him. The man dusted himself off, but Des glared at him with great intent. What? You gonna pay for the bread he took from me? Des could now see that the man was a bit on the husky side although still being close to the same height. You know that we're a community here, right? We all have to look out for one another. Obviously, that kid needed some food and you can stand to lose a few pounds. The man's smug look turned to one of discontent. Before he could even speak, Des struck him in the face and dropped him to his knees. Let this be a lesson to you. Vic, get this man cleaned up and repay him for me if you would. 2 tickets should do. The soldier Des was referring to nodded and picked up the man and helped him away from the scene. Des with his now only companion, Jared, continued their walk toward the gate that was only a few hundred feet away. He was going to get the latest report of any signs of infected people and hopefully a likely angel. Angel being the nickname chosen to refer to people with immunity. They haven't been able to figure out how to detect someone with the immunity using their scanners at the gate, but they would contain the Cordrycep fungus infection in their blood if they were attacked and had immunity. He stood talking with the overseer of the southwestern gates which crossed the river.