The Last of Us

The Tale of David: The Last of Us, Fan Fiction

The Tale of David (Based on The Last of Us)
BH the Uncivilised | Copyright (c) 2014

I was like you once. I lived in the world. I had a home, a wife, 2 daughters, I had a job. Worked at this big city bank in what used to be Dallas. Worked there for maybe 6 years, seems like a life time ago now. My wife, Maria, she was a ballet dancer, she was good at it, won a few tournaments and whatnot. The girls, twins, Gail and Abi, they were 5 when the virus broke. Such wonder girls,

I remember, the day right before the outbreak I got fired. When I got home, I told Maria. I just needed her to say it’s OK, y’know? Just to say, don’t worry about it. That’s when she felt the need to confess she’s been having an affair. One of very few times I got angry. Funny how life can kick you when you’re down. The whole time I worked at Franklin  I saw folks stab each other in the back to get ahead. Lie, steal, I saw the most amount of hypocrisy, condescension, and just blatant rudeness. And I hated it. I hated every single second of it; I tried so hard to rise above, just to get pushed back down at every turn.

But I kept going, I knew I couldn’t be that guy who tells his daughters to stand up for what the believe in, and not do the same, I just couldn’t. And perhaps I let my work issues cloud my mind; evidently I was too distracted to pay attention to my wife. So she found someone who did. I tried to forgive her, I wanted to forgive her. I wanted to tell her that I understood.

That was the first time I ever hit a woman. I kept hitting her over, and over, I held her down and smashed her face with my fist.

I saw a film once, might have been a documentary, they said when a boy kills his mother, it’s called matricide, when a boys kills his mother, there’s usually multiple stab wounds because the boy feels some kind of liberation in overcoming the mothers control over him.

When I finally got up, and gazed upon the bloody mess of a body that used to be Maria, used to be my wife, it was that thought that entered my mind.


I went to my girls’ room, they could sleep through anything. They were so young, so beautiful. Such a shame they were amongst the first to get infected. Being the one who had to put a bullet through both their heads, that’s an image I’ll never forget.

They say this virus; makes people crazy, that they’re no longer themselves. What I saw was creatures what only cared about their own survival; I’ve been around that long enough to know.

The government announced their plans to create quarantine zones, but I didn’t want to be controlled anymore. The outbreak was mainly in the cities so I left, headed out, I don’t know which direction, I just got in my car and drove ’til I ran out of gas. Ended up maybe 10 miles outside Dallas, then I walked, and kept walking.

Along the way, I killed infected, countless infected. I killed what animals I could find for food. I met some people, all kinds of people, homeless, farmers, criminals but no matter what their background was, we all had one thing in common. None of us felt like living under military control was any place we wanted to be. So we banded together, and we met more and more people like us, somewhere along the way they started to look to me as their leader. That’s all I needed, to be responsible for these good folks.

There weren’t many women with us, over the years they died out, whether infected with cordyceps or unfortunate accidents. Some were killed by members of other groups. And as food got scarcer and our group got larger. It became apparent we had to take drastic measures to survive. I don’t just mean killing folks that attack us; we’d all gotten pretty used to that.

Human flesh has a weird taste to it and I’m pretty sure eating too much would kill us all. So we stock pile, try to preserve the bodies, only eat if necessary.

The problem I have now is what happens next? I mean, now that the women are gone.

My men have been dying for years; recently a mad man and a little girl have been killing off large numbers of us. Now we have the little girl, she’s maybe 12, 13 something like that. Old enough to bear children. And I know plenty of my men would want to, shall we say, ‘have a go’. But all of us are much older, and I’m not sure I’m ready to go down that path just yet, but who’s to say we’ll get another chance.

So here I am, I lost count of how old I am, I’ve killed more people than I care to remember, I’ve eaten the flesh of my enemies and now I’m contemplating breeding with a child. All in the name of survival.

Be careful what you hate. It will become you.

So go ahead, call me a demon. But do so knowing, I am the American dream.


David TLoU

The Last of Us: Left Behind – Case Study

The Last of Us: Left Behind – Case Study

BH the Uncivilised | Copyright © 2014


The aim of this case study is to examine the relationship between Ellie and Riley using Left Behind and American Dreams and look at how it affects Ellie’s character during The Last of Us. So to clarify before continuing, this will contain multiple spoilers for The Last of Us, American Dreams and Left Behind.

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The relationship between Ellie and Riley is a complicated one. One I believe to be more complicated than it appears. Not so much complicated in terms of how either Ellie or Riley feel about it (although that too may have its share of complexity) but more so in the sense of how to describe it.

From The Last of Us, we get the impression that they were friends and even close friends. But when we go back to American dreams, we find out they weren’t really friends, at least not in the traditional sense. They meet by Riley saving Ellie from some bullies, but then stealing her walkman. Now in a world where people don’t have much stealing isn’t surprising. But what’s interesting is that when Ellie realised the walkman was stolen and confronts Riley, Ellie is angry while Riley is smiling and really doesn’t protest much before giving it back. So what does this tell us? Perhaps Riley wasn’t stealing out of need, but out of a sense of enjoyment. From the earlier conversation Ellie has with the soldier, we know that the quiet reclusive Ellie is no stranger to trouble herself. So this could be what the initial attraction was, Ellie seeing Riley as the cool older kid that isn’t afraid to break the rules, perhaps even seeing her as something to aspire to.

By the end of American Dreams, I’d still be reluctant to say they are traditional friends. It is clear that Riley is impressed with Ellie’s persistence, and I think it fair to say she sees her as a kind of student, someone to show the ropes to. But there was a definite bonding moment when they had just been attacked by infected.

Although not documented, the time between American Dreams and Left Behind seems to be when they were at the their happiest in terms of their relationship until Riley left to join the Fireflies, as Ellie remarks, they were better than good.

So this now leads us to Left Behind, where it’s almost as if they’re meeting for the first time again. They have the awkward moments as Riley acts is if nothing has happened while Ellie wants to talk about it. It plays out similar to America Dreams in that it’s Ellie following Riley on an adventure. Through out that there are various points where it seems that they’re holding something back.

And then we come to the kiss. A lot of what is currently going around on the internet is stating that Ellie and Riley are lesbians or Bi-Sexual. I don’t think that’s the case, or rather, they may very well be, but I wouldn’t draw that conclusion based on this. I think there is definitely an attraction and they definitely care for each other deeply, even deeper than they may like to admit at times. But none of that really means they see each as lovers. I could be wrong, but the real truth is, it doesn’t matter.

As I said in the beginning, their relationship is complex; it’s also a very interesting one and certainly leaves a lot to think about.


That Little Girl

That Little Girl (Based on The Last of Us)
BH the Uncivilised | Copyright © 2014

When we met she was annoying
Some jumped up puffy faced kid
Who was way too inquisitive
We didn’t get along
I wasn’t even trying
My guns was all I wanted
And even then
I wondered whether this whole ordeal was worth it
From pretty much the beginning
She was asking questions I didn’t want to answer
I thought to myself there’s no way I’m putting up with this for much longer
I’m too old for this nonsense
But they say there’s something about children
Something about their pure spirit
That even the most callous find hard to resist
That unwittingly, your heart always gives in
All I know is
Since Sarah I haven’t…
I don’t really talk about feelings
In this life it doesn’t bode well to have them
All I’ve been doing is surviving
Days and nights pass by
And I hear the screaming
On plenty of occasions
I’ve thought about ending
I’m not always sure what’s kept me going
“No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for”
I told myself that so many times before
I didn’t always believe it
But somewhere between
Annoying child
To saving my ass a few times
To seeing her on that table
Maybe, just maybe I’m capable of love again
Even if I have to lie and kill for the privilege