The Last Of Us Novels & Stories

His eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter of the cemetery, his gaze slicing past Elias and the hunters who stood before us, searching the shadows for any sign of danger. The hill. The trees. The broken graves. “They’ve closed the circle,” he murmured. A net. Not a hunt. Elias didn’t hesitate. “Kill them both.” The command cut clean through the storm. The lanterns fell, and the mud swallowed their light whole. Then, like a coordinated strike, the chains lurched forward together, their barbed silver tips glinting menacingly in the darkness. As one, the crossbows lifted, their movement eerily reminiscent of a single, living creature drawing a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come.

THIS WILL BE THE LAST EPILOGUE ONE YEAR LATER ZACK "Congratulations, Zack. I’m so glad to say that this is the end of our sessions." Dr. Peterson, my psychologist, said to me as we both stood up and embraced. I couldn't believe that after a year of therapy, I was finally done. I was diagnosed with PTSD, and it took us a long time to cure the nightmares that I had been having since the night Santi was captured. I admit that lingered with me for a long time, and it's still difficult for me to this day, but it lessens; most of the time, I'm paranoid, thinking they're simply around me when they're not.

He answered confidently. "Your answers are too long Enrique." I said. "Yah! I slowly learned how to answer long, how to answer in paragraph way and not only a phrases." He said. "The last question my dear, what's the last question?" I asked. "The last question is, 'If today is Valentines Day, who will you bring into a date?' Hmm. You. Katie. Because why do I need to find someone else. You are just infront me." He answered gladly.

Riley asked " Jesse?, your Jesse?'' Ana asked with a tone that depicted surprise " yeah...we never talk about Jesse, so..." " well, i saw him last night?'' Riley said " Saw him last night?, weren't you with Adam last night?, did he know it was Jesse?'' Ana asked trying to make sense of the current situation. " There is no adam Ana" Riley replied with a big sniff " What do you mean by there is no Adam?, did something happen to him?, wait, is he dead??' Ana asked, obviously confused

"You know we will love her as if she was our own. I love you, Sasha." "I love you too, Rosa." Tears fell as the howls in the night grew louder. "You have to leave now!" Phil and Rosa raced to the car and got in before speeding off down the dark dirt road and off into the night. "She will be fine, Sasha. We are doing what's best for her." "I know. It just hurts so much." Felix froze on the spot as a mindlink came through. "What is it, Felix?" "They've breached the borders. It's time!"

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

“Mom, I am giving you one last chance. Stop the car.” Morgan hung up. She told me to pull out the SIM card and throw it out the window. “Hold on tight.” She turned her head and looked at me with a deep, steady gaze. “Mira, I have not done much good in this life. Let this be the one good thing.” The engine let out a rough roar. Morgan pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The battered sedan shook as it surged forward. In the rearview mirror, the black SUV suddenly accelerated and closed in behind us.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.