The Owl House: The Last Of Us

Episode 2: 20 Years Later

Hello everyone, I know you waited a while for this, so sorry for the long wait. Anyway, we fast forward 20 years after the outbreak into the summer.

Note: This chapter contains strong profanity

The passage of time had etched its mark on the world, leaving behind a landscape scarred by devastation and a society forever changed. Camila, now in her mid-40s, a survivor marked by the weight of her experiences, woke up in a dimly lit and trashed apartment. The remnants of a life once lived were scattered around her, a testament to the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world.

As she slowly rose from her makeshift bed, the sound of persistent knocking reached her ears, pulling her from the grasp of sleep. "I'm coming." Camila told someone knocking on her door.

Her voice was worn but filled with a sense of determination that had become her constant companion over the years. She crossed the room, her steps measured, and unlocked the door. A familiar face greeted her – Raine Whispers, Camila's non-binary friend, a beacon of companionship in the midst of the desolation. "How was your morning?" Raine asked her.

Their voice carried a mixture of concern and camaraderie, a testament to the bond they had forged through years of survival and shared experiences. Camila welcomed them in, the weight of the world momentarily lifted by their presence. "Shitty. Same as every morning, Raine. The struggle continues." Camila answered their question.

Their conversation quickly turned to more pressing matters, the harsh realities of their existence shaping their words."We need to discuss the deal in the district." Raine said, "Supplies are dwindling, and tensions are rising. We can't afford any missteps."

Camila nodded, her expression focused as she delved into the complexities of their situation. The district had become a hub of clandestine activities, a place where survival often meant walking the thin line between legality and desperation. "I've been gathering information." Camila told Raine, "We need to ensure the passage goes smoothly. We can't afford any mistakes, not this time."

Raine's gaze met Camila's, a silent understanding passing between them. The stakes were high, and failure was not an option. "Agreed." They told her, "We have to be meticulous. Our fucking lives depend on it."

Camila's eyes held a flicker of determination, a reflection of the fire that had kept her going for so long. "We'll get through this, Raine." Camila told them, "We'll always find a way."

Camila and Raine sat in the dimly lit apartment, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of a flickering lantern. Maps and notes were spread out before them, detailing the intricate web of routes, checkpoints, and potential obstacles that lay ahead. "Fuck, the district has tightened its security, Camila." Raine said, "It won't be easy to get through this time."

Camila nodded, her eyes focused on a particular section of the map, her mind calculating the risks and potential openings. "I've heard rumors about a new leader in the district." Camila told Raine, "They're ruthless, but they're also known to be open to negotiations. We might have a chance." Raine leaned in, their expression serious, their voice lowered to a whisper.

"We need more than rumors, Camila." Raine said, "We need a contact on the inside, someone who can vouch for us." Camila's gaze shifted to a small, faded photograph on the table – a snapshot from a time when hope still existed in the world.

"I might know someone." Said Camila, "An old acquaintance who used to operate in the district. We fell out of touch, but if they're still around, they might help."