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When You're Lost In The Darkness (An alternate ending to The Last of Us)

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  Joel sat motionless, his head still throbbing from the concussion. His vision was blurry and his, already partially deaf ear, rang as loudly as his good ear. Marlene’s words were incomprehensible. She was undoubtedly speaking clearly and with focused intent, as she implored him to listen to reason. That her voice was just some distant drone didn’t really matter. Ultimately he knew that she was right. He’d grown so close to Ellie on their treacherous journey. The danger that they had experienced and confronted together was beyond anything most could even imagine, let alone survive, relatively unscathed, physically at least. Emotionally, old wounds had been re-opened and fresh scar tissue throbbed in the deepest part of his psyche. Ellie. Ellie had changed. She had grown and evolved, both into a young woman, too soon, and in ways no child, adult, or human should ever have to find strength or solace in. Joel stood and Marlene stopped speaking, the gruff-looking guards to the left an...

Coming Home

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 Walking along the dimly lit street back toward his house. The glow from his cell phone was the only forward-facing illumination, as he held it tightly in his hand. At 23 years old he was a young man. He never got scared now, not like when he was a child. No longer was he afraid of the dark or the noise from some unknown location. He laughed at horror films and their silly jump scares. He had slain thousands of demons and countless zombies on his computer and game console. But something wasn’t right. Something in the air seemed to linger and it had weight. It appeared to follow him like a cloud of negativity as he continued his journey. It evidently didn’t matter if the street was brightly or dimly lit. The presence wasn’t visible, but he could feel it. Its menacing intensity was ever-constant. Gradually as he got closer to home he felt it descend and warp around him like a cloak, it began to permeate his very body. Oozing and seeping into his mind. Like a slow-soaking possession. ...