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Assistant: Title: Is This the Last of Us? | Joel Miller | The Last of Us
        Author: The_Unidentified_Author The_Unidentified_Author 
        Chapter: 1/14 
        Summary: It’s twenty years after a fungus turned most of the planets' population into desperate, ravenous creatures. Elizabeth makes a living by smuggling precious items between Safe Zones littered across the US. It wasn’t honest work, nor was it in any way safe, but it beat sitting in a safe zone waiting for the infection to breach the walls. After a particularly difficult few days out in the wild-lands, Elizabeth took a detour to the Boston Quarantine Zone. Not intending to stay long, just to catch her breath she keeps her entrance into the zone secret. However, her quiet evening was rudely interrupted by an old familiar face, one she had hoped to avoid during her stay. Tess came begging for Elizabeths help to smuggle a girl out of the QZ to the Fireflies, staying deep within the dead city. Tess says that Tommy hasn’t been heard from in weeks. Tess says Joel needs Elizabeths help.It follows the storyline of the Tv show/game very closely, with other scenes added in.SLOW BURNThis work has a mix of scenes from the Tv show and the video game. This is Fanwork, I do not own the characters or the storyline and have great respect for those that created them.*Check C:1 notes
        Contents: Chapter 1: Familiar Faces in Dark Places
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The night had drawn in a little faster than it had on previous nights. It was only the third day of August, yet the weather had already started to turn, the cool air of autumn setting in as soon as the sun kissed the horizon. Elizabeth sat at the kitchen table of her little studio apartment at the edge of the Boston QZ. She had been sitting there hunched over the maps scattered across the table for the best part of three hours. Pencil in hand, diligently transferring all the marking from her old map to her new one. Letting out a deep, long sigh, she circled another city with the pencil, carefully printing the letters QZ inside of it. She bit the metal end of the pencil, the eraser long since fallen out. Then, she slowly drew an X in the circle, penciling in the word lost, just under the first two letters she had written.She ran her hand over the map, so many cities, so many Quarantine Zones with an X speared through them. Placing her pencil down on the map, she propped her elbows on the table and rubbed at her eyes. The process of transferring the old marks was going to be long, she knew that. Her old map however was one deep breath away from falling apart and it contained information too valuable to loose. She had only once stopped to properly count the amount of Safe Zones that had fallen to the infected over the last two decades. After the number reached far into the double digits, she stopped counting. The amount of lives lost that had once been considered saved was too difficult to think about. Life now was already to hard.As She leant back in her chair, the old wood creaked under the strain of her movement. She took in a quick deep breath and then exhaled deep and long, stretching out her limps. The night had brought in the cold, and her body ached from sitting still for such a length of time. The smell of damp and rot made its way into her nose as she looked around the little apartment. Folding her arms, she looked out the window. It had started raining, the droplets hitting against the window so quickly it was as though someone were pouring water down it. The dark shapes of the buildings outside reduced to a mess of wiggly lines by the water. Biting her lip, she looked back at the maps. The old creases and folds of the paper dancing in the flicking light of the candle just a few inches from where she was working. She let out a sigh, unfolding her arms and moving to pick up her pencil when a sound caught her attention.It was quiet. Far away. But, definitely there. Glancing down at her watch, she stood blowing out the candle and made her way to the window.  She stepped around the end of the bed. The frame had long since rotted away, the mattress held up by breeze blocks making for an uncomfortable night sleep, but a safe one. The velocity of the rain outside made it difficult to make out anything, or anyone on the street. Blue-white light filled the small space of her apartment and the noise that she had heard was revealed to be an engine. She scrutinised her watch again before looking down at the street two floors below.A FEDRA truck slowly rumbled down the street. The large, white lights on top of it twisting and turning searching the streets for anyone breaking the curfew. A crime with a harsh punishement, but she knew a necessary one. Not that many people living in side the walls for the last two decades would agree with her. A voice played over crackly speakers, she couldn’t make out the words due to the quality of the speakers, and the distance she was from them. But, she knew what they were saying. What they always said. They were telling everyone sheltering in their houses that the curfew was in effect and anyone breaking it ran the risk of being shot.The sight of the truck set her teeth on edge. It wasn’t that she particularly cared about what the occupants of the truck were rambling on about. No, the only thing she was thinking about was how the truck was rumbling by her apartment building, twenty minutes before it was supposed to. As the truck made it to the end of her street, she pressed her forehead to the window in an attempt to watch the truck turn out of her street. She watched as it slowed and then turned left. It should have turned right.She let out a deep breath and folded her arms, watching the lights of the truck fade until darkness and silence once again fell over the streets. It could just be a response to the bombing the fireflies had been carrying out around the city. But there was something strange about the QZ. She hadn’t been inside the walls long, but there were small things she had come to watch out for. Things that signified a change for the worst. The ration station seemed to be opening later and later on, with her every visit. People becoming more desperate, people who hadn’t set foot outside since the walls went up being caught sneaking back in. There were the very public hangings that FEDRA had made a big show of the day before. People unlawfully entering and exiting the Safe Zone had swung for their crimes in the early afternoon. FEDRA hangings were always a horrible sight. In order to hang someone properly and snap their neck as they fell, you had to make sure the rope was the right length for their weight. FEDRA never bothered to calculate the correct lengths of rope. She cast her mind back to the day before, the girl who hadn’t been heavy enough, whose weight wasn’t enough to break her neck. She remembered the sounds she made as she slowly choked to death, the way the crowd fell so silent you could hear the p@ss that ran down her leg drip onto the asphalt. Liz hadn't stayed to watch long, keeping her head down, with business to attend to. It was, however, something you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. After a few minutes, one of the officers mercifully shot the poor girl. It wasn’t usually the done thing, almost five years after the walls went up FEDRA explained that they would be bringing back capital punishment. It was made to seem like a deterrent for people, to watch people be hung publicly for crimes they had been found guilty of. FEDRA, however, hadn’t done a good job at covering up the real reason, bullets were becoming difficult to come by even back then. In this day and age, they only shot if it was life or death.Elizabeth was a smuggler, she moved in an out of countless QZ’s up and down the country. If she were caught, she would meet the same fate as the woman the day before.Her eyes moved out to the wall, just a few streets from the apartment she stood in. FEDRA had put it up, dividing the old city from the Safe Zone. The dilapidated skyscrapers of the old city were almost the same colour as the clouds overhead. Lighting struck down in the dead city and for a fraction of a second the old buildings were illuminated in brilliant blue-white light before being once again consumed by the darkness. A low throaty thunder rumbled across the city, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. She knew what lay just outside the wall of the zone, it had been the reason she had made an unanticipated pit stop in the Boston QC.The night was ominous, as though it was mocking the Safe Zone and all the people inside of it. Something was happening, she could feel it. The way that people scampered around the markets. How the FEDRA soldiers were more jumpy than they had been in previous years. If things were going the way they seemed to be, she would soon be penciling an X over the Boston QZ.The creak of wood snapped her attention from outside to the inside. Instinctively, her hand moved to her thigh, to the empty holster strapped to it. She internally cringed as her eyes found the handgun on the table next to the maps. Could she make it to it in time?Another creak of the floorboard outside of her apartment. Would FEDRA wait this long before they came crashing through to arrest and execute her?The sound of knocking filled the room, and the fear that had wrapped itself around her just moments ago fell away. The knock had a pattern to it, a pattern only select people knew. Only people she trusted.“Come on, open up.” Came a whisper through the wood of the door, the doorknob rattling.It was a voice that Elizabeth hadn’t heard in a long time. A voice she had almost hoped never to hear again.She let out a long silent sigh and moved in the direction of the door. Stopping only to scoop the gun from the table and slot it back into its holster. The feel of it making her a little more comfortable as she reached the door. One twist of the key and one turn of the handle, and it came swinging open. The woman on the other side didn't even allow Liz enough time to welcome her into the apartment before she was inside.“Make yourself at home.” Elizabeth mumbled sarcastically, peaking up and down the corridor before she closed the door.Tess didn’t speak, but she did stop when she saw the maps sprawled out on the table. Her hand stretched out towards them, finger tracing the X Liz had drawn on it minutes earlier. Her face almost looked sad as her finger underlined, the word lost.“There are a lot of maps here, where are you heading to next?” Tess asked, breaking the silence but not looking up from the table.“Not sure yet.” Liz replied, moving to her left and leaning on the kitchen counter, folding her arms.Liz knew that Tess would be able to hear the lie on her tongue, but she didn’t care. The question was an icebreaker, just a way to start a conversation. It wasn’t what had brought her here. Liz watched as Tess moved her hands from the map to the back of the chair she had been sitting on earlier. Her hands clenched the back of it before she finally tuned her attention in the direction of liz.“I need your help.” She said the words leaving her lips fast as though she had to push them out with force.Liz exhaled sharply, shaking her head. The words had caught her entirely off guard. She was still reeling from the realisation that it was Tess. Her brain stumbled over a response, but it couldn’t seem to send the correct signals to her lips. So she just stood there staring at Tess, in silence, shock painted on her face.“There’s…” Tess continued, letting out a deep sigh as though she was, again, struggling to get the words out. “There’s cargo that we need to transport to the Capitol Building, deep in the dead city.” She finished, gripping the back of the chair, so tightly her knuckles went white.“We?” Liz, questioned not missing the sudden change from ‘I’. Her words finally able to make it out of her mouth.“Yes.” Tess let out a long sigh before continuing. “We need your help to get something out of the city tonight.” She said, deliberately evading Liz’s one word question.“Why would you need my help to smuggle something out of the city? You’ve gone further out than the Capital Building before.”Liz knew that she should tell Tess to leave. That she should explain that she had her plans. That they were no longer close enough for Tess to be coming around asking for favours in the middle of the night. But, curiosity got the better of her. Tess was a smart woman. There had to be one hell of a reason for her to darken her doorstep on a night like this, so long after curfew.“The cargo-“ Tess started before clenching her jaw as though this entire exchange was causing her physical pain. “Is a girl.” She finished, her eyes falling from Liz’s face, to her crossed arms and then finally to the gun strapped to her thigh.Letting out a breath, Liz parted her lips to speak, but then closed them again as she tilted her head. Of all the things she had expected Tess to say, that was not one of them. She studied Tess, biting the inside of her cheek as she questioned the decision she had made two nights ago to divert to the Boston QZ. Even though she had run into a little trouble out there, it seemed that there was a lot more trouble lurking inside the walls.“Let me get this straight.” Liz spoke slowly and carefully, Tess meeting her eye again. “You are trying to smuggle a girl out of the QZ, tonight?”Liz spoke slowly in the hope that Tess would open her mouth to correct her. To tell her that she had misunderstood completely. However, she just nodded her head.“You do realise the fireflies are blowing sh@t up left, right, and centre.” Liz started her anger flaring. “Not to mention whatever the hell is going on with FEDRA, I've never seen them on such high alert. Then there are the hangings. You must have seen them. They’re very public, very OFFICIAL hangings. At the very least you must’ve heard about them. They’re taking breaches of the wall seriously, it's like we’ve gone back ten years. Hell, a FEDRA truck just rumbled past my window twenty minutes before it was supposed to. There’s no way to move through the city, not tonight. There is nothing that can’t wait until morning.” The words tumbled out of Liz’s mouth, her frustration at the situation boiling over. She uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips, eyes meeting Tess.“Tommy is missing.” Tess whispered, her voice so quiet, it took Liz a second to realise what she had said.The words hit Liz hard, with force, right in the gut. It was almost as though she had taken out her gun and shot Liz right there. Liz’s eyes flicked between Tess’s hunting for the lie. Hoping for it to be a lie. A bad attempt to convince her to help. Liz hadn’t been close with Tommy. She had been close with his brother, the four of them had survived a great deal together.“For how long?” Liz asked, her voice low.“Three weeks.”“Three f@ck@ng weeks?” Liz exploded, her shout breaking the silence of the room as she moved her hands to her head and rubbed her eyes. She took a slow, unsteady breath, attempting to calm herself, before turning her attention back to Tess. Her temper evened out, her hands returning to her hips. “You know as well as I do, three weeks out there is as good as three years. You know what happens. You know what it means when people go silent.”“He needs to be okay.” The words rushed out of Tess’s mouth, the hand by her side clenching into a fist. “Joel needs him, to be, okay.”The breath caught in Liz’s throat at the mention of his name. She swallowed, trying not to show how deeply just this name had affected her, but Tess had caught it. Liz knew that the only reason she had mentioned it was because she was losing. He was her last resort, her bargaining chip. Her way of begging.“I can’t help you.” Liz said slowly, carefully, the fight falling from her voice with every word. She looked past Tess and out at the windows, watching the rain stream down the panes. The sound of the rain growing in intensity as another bolt of lighting licked the sky, followed by the boom of thunder.“It’s for Joel. We get the girl to the Capital Building, we get a truck and guns.” She said, stepping away from the table towards Liz, trying to pull her attention back.“A firefly promised you this?” Liz queried, a sharp outward breath leaving her lips followed by a short laugh. She shook her head in disbelief. This wasn’t the Tess that she had once known. “Come on, you know better than to trust what those people say.”“Marlene promised me.”“F@ck, you know what Marlene’s like.” The anger bristled under Liz’s skin again. “She will tell anyone what they want to hear, truth or not. Her only loyalties are to her revolution. I doubt they have a truck to spare or any guns.” She finished pinching the bride of her nose in frustration.She had spent too much time hunched over the maps. That, plus this unexpected conversation was laying the foundations for a headache to take root, just behind her eyes.“Then we take the guns.” Argued Tess, but you could tell she herself didn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth.Liz’s attention once again moved from Tess, as though not looking at her might make her disappear along with the whole problem she had brought to her door. Her eyes found a random scuff on the floorboards a short distance from her feet, and she stared at it, her mind reeling over the information overload. It was too late. She was too tired. The promise of guns wasn’t worth leaving the QZ tonight. She didn’t need guns and she didn’t need a truck. But Tess had crossed the QZ at night after curfew, to seek her out and to ask for her help.“Why would you come to me?” The question had been nagging at her the moment Tess opened her mouth and asked for help. “How did you even know that I was here?”She looked up and met Tess’s eyes, surprised to find them absent of the usual hardness she kept there.“Joel, he’s…” she let out a breath. “Tommy never misses a day and Joel knows it. I’ve never seen him like this.” She said, stepping closer to Liz still. “You have been out there, more than the both of us combined, and there are whispers. Whispers of what It's like out there now, it's been a year since Joel and I breached the wall. You were just out there days ago. And as for how I knew you were here. Do you really think someone like you can breach those walls without certain people being made aware? I’d say you have little more than a day before it would be FEDRA busting through those doors. But then you know that too.”“Okay.” Liz retorted, crossing her arms again a little surprised. ”And I am telling you it is not a good idea to go beyond the wall, not now. Not tonight.”Tess’s eyes creased into a frown, her eyebrows knitting together. She looked at Liz, like she knew there was something hidden between her words. Both of them knew going in and out of the QZ was dangerous, but they had done it numerous times. Liz, more times than Tess and Joel combined, she practically lived outside the safety of the walls. For Liz to stress that tonight wasn’t the night to go into the city was unsettling to Tess. It made the hairs on her arms stand on end.“What do you know?” Tess finally spoke. Her words came slowly as though she was afraid of the answer. “What happened out there?”“If you are asking that question, then you really shouldn’t go beyond the wall tonight.” The edge in Liz’s voice, surprised both the women.Tess took drew in a deep, long breath and stared at the floor for a few seconds before training her attention on Liz with a fiery determination in her eyes.“But we are going out there tonight. You and I both know we have a better chance at getting the girl into the city alive if you’re with us. The choice is yours.” She moved towards the door.Liz let out a deflated sigh that slowed Tess’s determined walk, she turned to face her.“He won’t be happy to see me”“You and I both know that’s a lie.” Tess retorted, the hardness once again swallowing up the kindness in her eyes.Liz chewed on the inside of her mouth again as she weighed up her options. She had to leave the QZ, and soon. The unrest inside made it a dangerous place to be, if Tess had heard about her arrival, it wouldn’t be long until someone at FEDRA was tipped off. It would be easier to sneak out in the late evening of the following day, she knew that, Tess knew that. But, then there was the problem of Tess. Liz had seen things out there and on her travels, things that Joel and Tess would be unprepared for. Without them, she would be better off, without her, they likely wouldn’t make it to morning. Not with the way things were now.Just as she was about to speak, another truck rumbled down the street. The search lights once again flooding her apartment with light.“I assume you know something about that?” Liz asked, gesturing to the search lights scanning the street outside. Tess nodded, but didn’t open her mouth to speak. Liz turned to look around her apartment, letting out a deep, defeated sigh. “I can help you get the girl to the Capital Building. But-“ she said, lifting a finger to silence Tess as she opened her mouth to speak. “Once you have your truck and guns, we go our separate ways. I have business I need to attend to, I don’t need to go on a wild goose chase halfway across the country. For a man who is likely dead.” She finished, the last word coming out a little harsher than she had intended.Tess closed her mouth, her lips forming a tight line, likely her way of biting back a less than happy remark about Liz’s demand and comment. But, she nodded anyway.Liz knew that Tess would try to convince her to come along. There was something in Tess’s eyes that made Liz think that she knew more about what was going on outside the QZ than she was ready to let on. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that tucks and guns would only get them so far. They needed Liz and her map to be able to make it all the way across the country to where Tommy had been until he went silent. Liz knew that they might be only slightly less f@ck@d with her tagging along, things were bad on the outside, people were getting really desperate. But then again, it seemed to be going the same way on the inside, she had seen the look of hunger several times. The Boston QZ was not doing well.She stooped to pick up her backpack, slamming it onto the table as Tess stood by the door. Liz quickly folded up the maps, old and new, securing them in an ancient zip lock bag along with the pencil. Tess watched her stuff them into her backpack. Then she picked up her coat, shrugged it onto her shoulder, and did the same with her backpack.“You still never stay anywhere too long, do you?” Asked Tess, her voice tinged with a sadness that threatened to drag old memories to the surface. As her eyes drifted around the sparse apartment, not a personal item in sight.“No,” replied Liz, closing the distance between herself and Tess.Elizabeth grasped the door handle, swinging open the door. The hinges made a low wine at the movement as she gestured for Tess to go first. Tess hooked her thumbs into the straps of her backpack and stepped into the hallway, giving Liz a small nod of appreciation. Another truck rumbled past as Liz closed the door, a melancholy sort of sadness taking root in her gut. It felt like she was saying goodbye to the little apartment for the last time.“Are you ready?” She asked, turning to Tess.“Yeah” she replied.The two of them headed towards the staircase, Liz giving one more glance back at the door of her apartment before they turned the corner.'
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