This Is Now (the last of us)

SUMMER

Fabian pov

It could happen today,tomorrow or next week. I don't know when or how but I know I'm gonna die.

Either old age or get torn to pieces by a pack of clickers.
I'll never know....well it kinda looks like my death is going to be today.

I can't take a second to look around the city and wonder about how old it is or how it used to be before the infection.

I don't how I can even think at all, since I'm starting to feel exhausted with a group of runners are still chasing me for my flesh and organs.

It's kinda my own fault that there after me.

One of my friends Eva had gotten impaled in the shoulder and somehow ran into a quarantine zone that had recently been abandoned, so we rushed and hopefully find something that can help her.

On the way a bunch of runners began chasing us and like the nice son of a bitch I am, I decided to distract the runners so I can buy them some time to get through a gate of the abandoned quarantine zone.

The last thing I heard was someone yelling out my name.

I saw that the infected were far but still come after me.

I did a vault over the hood of a car and land behind it. I grab my pistol from the back of my pants and aim towards the sprinting runners.
"Click." The sound that my gun makes.

It wasn't reloaded.

When I saw them getting closer, I turned ran further into the city, no time to pull my shotgun from my back and use it, it might just attract more.

I start to feel my legs moving faster and my
upper part of my body was beginning to lean back.
I noticed the road I was running on was getting steeper.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"I yelled as tripped over my own feet and painfully rolled down the steep road, my shoulder, back, legs rolling. I felt a couple of scratches on my head.
I rolled down further until my back gets hit against a car door knocking most of the air out of me.

"Ahhh....shit." I grunted.

It felt like I exhaled for too long and only had very little left in my lungs. I can't breathe.

Shut my eyes tightly but I'm able to hear the screeches and screams of the runners. They sound like people.

I grab ahold of a car to get up and hide behind it.
After they had stopped rolling down the steep road, the runners had gotten up to take a look around with their eyes glowing with violent anger and grinding their bloody teeth.

I wrapped my arms around my belly hoping the sound of hunger would not alert them.

The runners began to leave but I stayed behind the car for an hour or two trying to catch my breath.

I wipe my sweaty forehead and sigh relived.

I got up and continued down the city, I think it's Boston I don't really know, I mean who would in this hell hole for a world?
How am I still alive? I've asked myself this for the hundredth time.