Just a Last Of Us fanfic

Missing guns

(Inside a military quarantine zone)

(Joel and Blake are currently playing cards at a table)

Blake: Got any sevens?

Joel: Nope. Go fish

(Right as Blake is about to reach into the pile of cards, there's a loud knock on the door)

Joel: I'm coming

(Joel opens the door, and Tess walks in all beaten and bruised)

Tess: How was your morning?

(Tess pours some whiskey into a cup, dips a rag in it, and holds the rag to a scrape on her cheek)

Tess: Want a drink?

Joel: No. I don't want one

Tess: What about you, kid?

Blake: I don't drink alcohol. I use it for molotovs

Tess: Well, I've got some interesting news for you

Joel: Where were you, Tess?

Tess: West end district

Blake: Oof. Bad business there. Place is crawling with Robert's goons

Tess: Hey, I had a drop to make

Joel: No. WE. WE had a drop to make

Tess: Yeah, well, you wanted to be left alone, remember?

Joel: I'll take one guess. The whole deal went south and the client made off with our pills. Does that sound about right?

(Tess laughs)

Tess: The deal went off without a hitch. Enough ration cards to last us at least a couple of months, easy

Joel: You wanna explain the bruises?

Tess: I was on my way back and I got jumped by these two assholes, alright? Yeah, they got a few good hits in, but... Look, I managed

Blake: Give it to me. I'll do it

(Tess gives the alcohol soaked rag to Blake, and they clean off Tess's injuries)

Joel: So. Are these assholes still with us?

Tess: Now that's funny

Blake: Did you find out who they were?

Tess: Yeah, look, they were a couple of nobodies. They don't matter. What matters is that Robert fucking sent them. He knows we're after him. He figures he's gonna get us first

Joel: That son of a bitch. He's smart

Blake: Apparently not smart enough

Tess: But here's the best part. I know where he's hiding

Joel: Like hell you do

Tess: He's in an old warehouse in area 5. Can't say for how long though

Joel: Well, we're ready now, yeah?

Tess: Oh, I can do now

Blake: Count me in

(Joel, Tess, and Blake walk out of their apartment and onto the street)

Tess: The checkpoint's still open

Joel: Only got a few hours left until curfew

Blake: We can make it if we hustle

Joel: Wait. You serious?