Pedro Pascal/Character

Joel 3

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[Reader is travelling with their little brother (who's about Ellie's age could be older or younger) and they are travelling together, no destination in mind, just moving to the next safe place. You had had to quickly take on the role of parent after your parents messed up once and got infected. One day you're walking through a town/ city area looking for a place to spend the night when some infected sneak up on you. You're handling it pretty well, but you're struggling to keep your brother in your line of sight while still killing them off. Luckily help comes.]

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It was safe to say you had matured quickly. And had familiarised yourself with all kinds of weapon. Your favourite was the pistol in a holster at your hip, and your fingers toyed with the handle as you walked along. Sometimes, your little brother, Lukas, would shout out a target, and you'd whip the gun up, taking aim, and hoping for the best. Most of the time, you hit the mark. More often than not, you hit something else, that you wouldn't be able to hit even if you had been aiming for it. 

Lukas was born in the middle of everything going to shit. Barely fourteen years old, yet he'd seen more of the world than you had when you were his age. Luckily, he learned quickly, moved quietly, and most importantly did as he was told. Mostly. 

You were on the move again, after raiders found your hideout in the woods. Lukas wanted to see more of the cities, not that there was much left, the military had bombed them in a frantic rush to try slow the spread. Cordyceps couldn't infect the dead. But you were never one to refuse the chance of a protected place to rest, so into the city you went. 

Your parents had delegated their role to you when they decided to go and find a different shelter. That was nice. Not. You found parts of them, only recognisable from the ghastly floral shirt your mother had worn that day, and the remnants of your fathers head. At least they weren't infected. Lukas hadn't seen, and you were glad, going back to him and telling him you had to move. 

You hadn't stopped moving since. 

Summer, Autumn, Winter, even Spring had you on the move, never in one place for more than a week, always searching for the next place, the next meal. Two packs, stuffed with supplies rest on your backs. Food, medicine, weapons. You tried not to use much of it, but you were aware how light yours was on your shoulders. Lukas couldn't have not noticed it. 

"We'll stop here for a while." Your voice was a low hum. Lukas nodded, and the two of you sat back against what used to be a museum, but was now a memory of its own history. 

"Can we have something to eat?" He muttered. Both of you had quickly learned that being quiet kept a lot of things off your back. Raiders especially. Or bloaters. Ugly fuckers, with fungus protecting them from bullets. 

"You eat, I'm not hungry." He nodded, tearing his pack open. Truth was, you were starving, but you wouldn't risk the chance of his going without to make sure you were okay. 

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You could have sworn you'd only closed your eyes for a second. Infected were appearing from nowhere, and panic tore at your throat. "Lukas!" No point being quiet now, they were already here. You shot at them, surprised to hit so many. Although, with a target that big, you weren't sure if you could  miss even if you tried. You couldn't see him, but you heard him, scrambling over rocks, his shoes scuffing along the floor as he hurtled towards you. Fuck. "Lukas, tell me you're okay!"