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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Last_of_Us
  Relationship:
      Ellie/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Joel_(The_Last_of_Us), Ellie_(The_Last_of_Us), OC_-_Character
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-10 Updated: 2018-03-25 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1276
****** Just like me ******
by Approachingoverdrive123
Summary
     When Ellie stumbles upon a boy, no older than her what will she do?
     Will she kill him on sight or will she make a friend. ( I’m shit at
     summaries so bear with me)
Notes
     I DO NOT OWN The last of us.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** .1 *****
Authors note: I do NOT own the last of us or it’s characters. I want to make
that very clear. The only character I own Is Connor.
 
 
Flashback
Ellie’s POV
As Joel and I were scavenging through the small town of cottonwood we heard a
commotion. At first we thought it was just infected finding an animal, then we
heard the gun shots. As we looked out from the second floor balcony of our camp
I saw a kid. He looked around 14 or 15 but he was built like a beast. He was
tall and muscular, carrying a backpack the size of a small child and an
assortment of weapons varied enough to rival Joel’s. The kicker though? He was
on the back of a bloater with a revolver the size of a water melon.
I thought he was crazy. Attacking a bloater, let alone getting close to one was
tantamount to suicide and this fucker, this fucker was hopping on its back and
blowing its brains out with a fucking pistol. I had to admit it was pretty bad
ass. At the sound of the gun all of the infected in the area came screaming
towards the noise and I knew he was done. Except I didn’t want him to die. It
had been a long time since we had encountered anyone let alone someone my age
and I needed to talk to someone other than Joel or I would go fucking crazy.
So I unholstered my little 44 lever action. Joel had given it to me just before
Jackson went to shit, suppressor and all. I had a scope for it too so I
reckoned (heh Joel’s rubbing off on me) I could take out a few of those
bastards.
I was just about to pull the trigger when I saw the kid had gone. A couple
seconds later he shows up on the roof of a nearby building with some sort of
military rifle and starts laying waste to the infected below. A few mags later
he had all the infected on the floor ,some unable to move, some completely
dead. He then hopped down to the road below and started looting the fuckers.
Me being the stupid bitch I am, decided that the best course of action was to
keep Joel in the building with his rifle, in case something goes down. It took
some convincing but he eventually agreed. I then proceeded to walk down the
stairs and out to him. Thinking that it was not a good idea to startle him, I
yelled “ hey, you friendly?”. Hearing me, he immediately spun round, pointed
his gun in my face and screamed “ who the fuck are you!”. Thinking it would be
best not to piss him off further I put my hands in the air. Obediently I spoke
soft and quiet “ I’m Ellie , I don’t wanna kill you, but my buddy up there, he
won’t be so kind so if you’d put the gun away, maybe we could talk a little”.
He seemed to freeze at the realisation that Joel had a gun aimed directly at
his skull, then promptly lowered the gun and his head then whispered “ok”.
***** 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry I didn't write this week I was just busy with schoolwork and
     chores I swear I will make the next chapter longer k. And please
     highlight any typos so I can fix them.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
As we started to head back to the building where Joel was perched, I felt glad.
Glad that we didn’t have to blow his brains out, yes, but more the fact I was
actually going to talk to someone my own age. I hadn’t seen anyone other than
Joel for a couple of months and I was starting to get sick of his lame-ass
fucking talks. Don’t get me wrong I love him he’s the only father figure I’ve
ever had but he’s just so boring, the only fun I have with him is when he tells
me about the old world, like ice cream trucks and pizza or when he talks about
people he’s met. Other than that he doesn’t talk much. While we’re walking I
take the moment to look at the kid. He’s even bigger than I originally thought
and has scars all over him. He’s wearing an old army helmet and some nice
sunglasses, but the thing that stands out the most is the old hunting jacket
and shooting gloves. This kid is built and equipped for war. The little shit
has not one but 2 different types of knives on his belt. He had a trench knife
with brass knuckles and skull cracker then he has an almost foot-long hunting
knife. I’m honestly surprised that he can carry this much, it must weigh a ton.
Once we get to our little hideout we take the kids weapons. I swear to god,
this kid is a hoarder, he got everything from tiny 22. Pistol to a fucking 45-
70 lever gun. Most of his guns are disassembled in his pack so he can carry
more but he had 4 guns strapped to various parts of parts of his body, the guy
must be pretty paranoid. Joel had looked pretty impressed when he saw the gun
he had on his belt. A rare 45-70 revolver. He must like the cartridge because
he had a lot of it. This was the gun that he used to obliterate that bloaters
head before so I was curious. As I was reaching to pick it up the kid spoke.
“Careful, dat will put a hole bigger den a feckin golf ball in what ever you
point it at, then break Yer fuckin wrist.”. I was surprised that he spoke, let
alone how he spoke. He sounded like Mr Higgins, one of the drill sergeants at
the orphanage, who had a very distinct Irish accent. Joel looked pretty
confused too but just kept working on his fire. When the sun had set we sat
around Joel’s fire and ate. I took the opportunity to try and find out more
about the boy. His name was Connor and what I found was one of the worst
stories I’ve heard. He and his parents were trying to find the fireflies when
they stumbled upon a horde of infected and his parents were too slow. They were
torn to shreds while he watched. Connor had a stone cold expression on his face
as he told us. He then proceeded finish his beans, walk to a corner of the room
and lie down. He was a weird one. The next morning he had left, his stuff gone
and every thing. Joel had locked him in a different room while we slept but the
bastard picked the lock took his stuff and left. Joel said we should try and
see where he went.if the fucker had that much stuff on him imagine what he had
at his little hideout.Connor obviously didn’t think about us tracking him
though because he left muddy foot prints and blood leading to his place. Joel
and I tracked him and were confused when we realised that he lived just out of
town, in a scrubby little cottage surrounded by thick trees. We were about to
approach and see if we could get a good look at what he had when we saw him
coming out of the cottage wrestling a clicker. He was backing up trying to keep
the clicker away when he fell down the stairs. The clicker landed on him and I
had had enough. I ran up and stabbed the thing in the neck with my mother’s
knife. As I pulled the creature off of him, he just lay there stunned. By the
time Joel had made way there Connor was standing. As the adrenaline wore off I
noticed it.
Chapter End Notes
     Tune in next week for another chapter. Comment below, I need
     constructive criticism and would love any feedback you can give.
     Also, I know Connor doesn't have many lines but he's not supposed to
     be a talkative character. Thanks for reading.
End Notes
     I know, I know. It’s short but I’m seeing if people like it. Plus
     it’s like 4 in the morning and I have school tommorow so just bear
     with me. Anyway thanks for readin, tune in next week for the next
     chapter. Please give me criticism down below.
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