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Rough Draft of “The Last Of Us: Left Behind.” (Fan script)

Basically this is like a screen play of the game I am writing with my own added things. Not edited so punctuation is atrocious and so is some word placement. :p

Script Source:

https://www.gamefaqs.com/ps3/652686-the-last-of-us/faqs/68485

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Work was a pain in the ass today, one of my coworkers pointed out loopholes in my work after I had got into that accident last year. Tommy began to harass him and he wants to take legal action since he wasn't supposed to look through my files. I was willing to just let bygones be bygones but Tommy wouldn't let it go. Now, it was late at night and I was arguing with him on the phone, what a great birthday present I had gotten from him so far. I wondered if he even remembered that it was my birthday today. He hasn't even mentioned it. he must have forgot I was almost sure of it. It was so likely of him to do.

I carefully close the door and i glimpse a mess of blonde hair and pajamas curled up on the couch. The television on at a low enough volume to succumb to sleep. My daughter, Sara was so beautiful. She was the only thing in this world I cared about more than anything. Everything I do in life i do it for her.

Tommy was still trying to make his point in my ear,but I just wanted to get to Sara. I haven't seen her all day because I worked a lot. Usually she is sleeping by now and I carry her to bed and she doesn't wake, but my own selfishness inside of me wanted to wake her up and speak with her. I missed her like hell.

"Tommy, I-...Tommy. Tommy, listen to me. He's the contractor, okay? I can't lose this job. I understand... Let's talk about this in the morning, okay? We'll talk about it in the morning. Alright, goodnight." I switch off my phone, sighing heavily with annoyance and flick on the light. The living room is now in a warm glow that wakes my daughter.

"Hey." She croaks out, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she yawns loudly making me want to mirror the same. Heaven knows I was tired as well. "Scoot." I squeeze in next to her, wondering why I never bothered to invest in buying a new couch for us. This ratty old thing could barely fit Sarah and I on it anymore. I throw my phone and keys down on the coffee table exhaustion finally slamming into my body. Doing construction all day wasn't no joke. It was hard labor, but it was so worth it knowing that sarah would be okay and taken care of.

"Fun day at work, huh?" She asks.

I lean back into the couch attempting to get comfortable, trying to rub away the headache that Tommy created with me over the phone a few moments before. "What are you still doing up? it's late."

"Oh, crud what time is it?" Sara whirls around to look at the clock on the wall above her head.

"It's way past your bedtime." I try and reason with her, fighting my own exhaustion, i close my eyes pressing my finger to my forehead thinking I could somehow push out this god awful headache.

"But, it's still today." Sara turns back around, I know she's satisfied that she has somehow managed to outsmart me. I set her bedtime for midnight the latest, rules are rules is what she would say.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot her bending down to pick something up, probably a board game or her school soccer photo album she liked to constantly show me, she adds new pictures all the time. "Honey, Please not right now, I do not have the energy for this."

"Here." She hands me a small box.

"What's this?" I take it, hoping it's not a trick to play a game with her again,it was nearly midnight and it seemed like as soon as I got home my brain quit working.

"Your birthday." She says with a bright grin on her face. I give her a small smile and open the box. Inside is an intricate watch that must have been expensive, she would have to save for months and months to be able to buy this.

"You kept complaining about your broken watch." She added softly. "So.. I figured, you know."

That I had.

I bend over placing the box on the table and uncover the watch from its packaging. I slip and secure the watch around my wrist, instantly loving it, she knew my style.

"You like it?" She quipped, eyes glowing, she already knew the answer to that.

"Honey this is..."

"What?" She inhales sharply, face screwed up in confusion as she watches the debauchery unfold before her.

I tap on the watch a few times, and hold it to my ear pretending that it had stopped working. I like to keep her on her toes at all times, she does it to me... Learned it from her mother.

"Its nice but I-" I tap on it some more, twisting the tiny clock hand wand. " I think it's stuck. it's not-

"What, no, no,no,no." She reaches for my arm, holding my wrist up to her face with wide-eyes. After staring at it for a moment the realization dawns on her that I was messing with her.

"Oh. Ha. Ha." She spits out sarcastically, pushing my arm away and scooting away from me on the couch.

With laughter apparent in my voice I study the watch. "Where did you get the money for this?"

"Drugs." She says in a completely serious voice, her Texan twang more bold with attitude. That same fierce attitude she no doubt inherited from me. "I sell hardcore drugs."

I glance down at her pouty face. She was so cute when she was mad at me. "Oh good, you can start helping out with the mortgage then." I playfully banter back in return grabbing the television remote in front of me, i figured I could watch whatever garbage was on the television. I never slept until I knew she was safe and in bed.

I power on the tv and lean back wishing I could have a beer or two, but I haven't had a drink since my wife died. The guilt from the accident made sure of that.

"Stsh- You wish." She whispers before laying her head down on the couch. Ten minutes later she is fast asleep. I cradle her the best way I can to prevent her waking and carry her into her room, laying her on her bed and brushing a stray tendril of hair away from her face.

"Goodnight, baby girl."

Sarah's P.O.V

I had a dreamless sleep and awoke to the house phone ringing in my ear. Pins and needles stabbing at my body i reached over blindly and answered the phone still half asleep. It still seemed to be early morning. Who would call this late?

"Hello?"

"Sarah,honey. I need you to get your daddy on the phone." I recognized Tommy's urgent voice on the other end. What the hell is happening that he needed to call this late?

"Uncle Tommy, what time is it?"

I was thinking maybe I had overslept in some sort of coma and woke up the next night, or I had only slept for five minutes. In any case Tommy calling the house phone meant that either my dad fell asleep and left his phone downstairs and didn't hear the phone, or he's gone out....

"I need to talk to your dad now, there's some-

Tommy is then suddenly cut off and the dial tone can be heard. "Uncle Tommy? Hello?" I place the phone back in the holder with clammy hands and get out of bed, rubbing my sleepy eyes on the way to my bedroom door. "What was that all about?" I say out loud, trying to calm my nerves, I had a bad feeling in my stomach about the contents of that call.

"Dad??" I call out, my voice echoing throughout the empty house. I drag myself into the bathroom and pick up a newspaper left on the bathroom counter, the headline catching my eye.

'Admittance spikes at area hospitals. 300% increase due to mysterious infection!!'.

'FDA EXPANDS LIST OF CONTAMINATED CROPS'

'POLICE: CRAZED WOMAN KILLED HUSBAND,THREE OTHERS.'

I know for a fact this newspaper wasn't here when I went to use the bathroom a few hours ago. The headlines had me worried though, one of the cases happened near here in this rural part that we live in. I place the newspaper back down in its rightful spot and continue down the lightly illuminated hall to me father's room. "Daddy?" I call out again, really hating the feeling of being alone right now.

I push open his room door, relief starting to flood me at the glow I can see of the television from under his door. "You in here?"

That relief is staunched seconds later though because there is not a sign of my father, and this is where he is every night after work. He wouldn't dare leave me alone in the house on my own unless he had to go to work.

I hear the reporter blabbing on about something on the screen, I should just focus on finding my father for Tommy. But, something told me to investigate those newspaper headlines further to assess the situation at hand.

"It appears that what we initially reported as riots seems to be somehow connected to the nationwide pandemic-"

"Where the heck are you?" I asked out loud to absolutely no one, trying to comfort myself further. It looked like he was sleeping in his bed but had gotten out of it in a hurry. The television caught my 100 percent attention as the lady kept speaking of what sounds like a disaster happening in Austin. The headlines that were scrolling on the bottom of the screen read that the infection spread to Austin.

"We've received reports that victims  afflicted with the infection show signs of increased aggression and-

The brunette reporter on the television  is talking, there's a building on fire behind her with soldiers standing guard. One of the soldiers interrupts her, "We need to move everybody out of here now, there's a gas leak."

"That's nearby." I say to myself, the anxiety now creeping up my spine. What the heck was going on? Everything seemed to be fine earlier today, I went to school and everyone acted normal. A couple of kids were sick and out of class but otherwise I didn't see anything unusual.

I move closer to the television with caution; I recognize the building behind her, it was a restaurant downtown that my father and I used to always eat at on Friday nights, before he had to work all the time at least.

"Hey move! Get out out of here!" The solider that spoke before is shouting behind her.

"There some commotion coming from behind-

"Lady, get the hell outta here right-

A loud pop is heard making my body shake, whatever is happening is off screen. The fire seems to be burning heavier and I glance out my father's window in the general direction of where I think the restaurant would be located.

"Uh, what was that?"

I creep towards the window as the building blows up, making me jump though I probably should have seen it coming.  A large cloud of smoke bellows up into the sky beyond the trees.

"Oh god." I cringed. There was no way that the reporter made it out alive, she was way too close to the explosion. Now, all the car alarms and the dogs in the neighborhood seem to be barking.

"Dad?!" My voice cracks, i'm frantic, my feet taking me swiftly out of his room and down the stairs holding my body as if to keep my self together. "Dad?! What is going on."

I halt in front of the living room window hearing sirens nearing, three cops cars speed by probably going towards that explosion. I'm surprised that we still had power.

My ominous shadow following me to the kitchen probably just as scared as I am.  Suddenly, my Father's phone is vibrating like crazy sitting on the prep counter.  "There's his phone." I assure myself. I pick it up and read through the messages on the front screen. "8 missed calls. 'Where the hell are you?! CALL ME', on my way."

I glance at the time. 2:15 a.m. I haven't slept for long at all.

I place his phone down and enter the study where my Father is at for most of his days off drawing up blueprints, the wooden glassed doors are kept ajar as if he exited the house out the back in a hurry.

My father comes bustling in from the glass sliding door on my right, completely winded closing it behind him as if something was chasing him.  "There you are."  I say, instantly glad to not be alone anymore.

"Sarah." He acknowledges me, I see distress in his face as if he saw something bad, something bad enough for me not to want to know what it was. Sweat is pouring down his face like he ran for his life all the way back to the house.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."  I inch closer to him watching him practically ruin his work space area searching for something inside of his desk.

"Has anyone come in here?" He asks, taking out a small box from one of the drawers. He was starting to freak me out.

"No. Who would come in here?" I asked him, his question's leading me to higher suspicions and doubts. To my shock my father is filling a handgun with bullets, he''s quick at it too like he's had to do it before. Why would he need a gun? I someone after us?

"Don't go near the doors just-just stand back there.."

My eyes shoot up to the sliding glass door where he came from, too late for that. I gaze into the outside world but see mostly pitch black darkness.

"Dad you're kind of freaking me out." I voice my concerns to him wishing I could help calm him down somehow. I've never seen him like this before. "What's going on?"

"It's the coopers. Something at right with them I think they're sick." He says, voice trembling like mad he completes the set up of the handgun. I didn't like guns, and neither did he but he taught me how to shoot and I think him for that. Too bad I didn't have a gun to protect us too. Doubt my father would let me help.

"What kind of sick?" I ask.

I whirl around to the sound of a man growling on the other side of the glass door, he''s covered in blood and violently slamming his body against the sliding glass door. I jump, back pedaling near the office entrance door,  I wanted to stay as far away from that crazed man as I could.

"Jesus. Jimmy!" My father yells, his frantic actions increasing.

"Dad?"  I squeak out, searching for answers in my head as to why this could be happening.

"Honey, c'mere, c'mere." my father shields my body from seeing our neighbor like this. What the hell happened to him?

"It's okay..." I whisper to myself, clutching on the back of my dad's shirt as Jimmy began to shoulder the glass, that would be very painful to a sober person, but he was in  a blind rage. I could hear the awful noise of him throwing his body on the glass, becoming more urgent and violent.

"Jimmy."  my father placates our neighbor even though he can't hear us. Why can't he go away? What does he want from us, its 2 in the morning. Maybe my Father made him angry while they were drinking. My dad better not of had a beer tonight. He's supposed to be sober from drinking alcohol.

"Jimmy, Stay back!"

Everything is in slow motion now as my father raises the gun and the glass finally shatters from Jimmy's body. I shield my face from view pressing it into the back of my father's shirt. He would go really far to protect me from this man, this I knew. "Oh my god... Oh my god..." I breathe, trying to gasp desperate air into my lungs. I hear Jimmy's wet ragged breathing in close proximity of us.

"Jimmy I am warning you!" My dad shouts. "Don't!"

My father fires the gun, the sound almost deafening my ears. I hear Jimmy's body crumple to the floor, not understanding why he had to die. Question's racing all around my head now more than ever before. I try to hold back tears as my father is backing me out into the dining room. My feet could barely move without an extra push from him, legs turning into jelly. "Go, Go." His voice hoarse and weary.

I stare at the man my father just killed sprawled out on the carpet floor, the back of his head blown out, brains saturating the carpet. I am almost entirely frozen, stomach churning. My father yanks me into the dining room.

I will my mouth to from words. "You-you shot him." I manage to spit out staring into my father's green eyes, he's holding me at arms length,and I gently struggle to get out of his hold, the sight of Jimmy's blood splattered across his face sickening me. "I saw him this mornin'."

"Sarah. Listen to me, there is something bad going on.  We have got to get out of here. Do you understand me?"

I nod, head spinning from the tears that are falling from my eyes. "Yeah."

He was the only person I could rely on after all. My father was smart, he was a good man, he wouldn't kill an innocent person. Judging by the looks of things, something happened to Jimmy that I fully didn't understand, but my father did and that was good enough for me. I had to trust him.

A light shines through the house and my father lets my shoulders go and instead wraps his hand around my wrist in a vice like grip. "Tommy. Come on."

He's dragging me through the house, my legs halfway to working again.

"C'mon." My dad urges, pushing towards the front door. Tommy must be taking us somewhere safe.

"Okay.."  My eyes dart around the house for the last few seconds I am inside, this might be the last time I see this house.  We clamber outside, Tommy already out of his car walking around to greet us. His car lights making our house look like a beacon.

"Where the hell have you been? You have any idea what's goin' on out there?"

"I got some notion." My dad  answers him, tugging me to the back of the car.

"Holy shit. You got  blood all over you."

My dad pushes me into the back. "C'mon baby, go on in there."  My dad closes my door and climbs into the passenger seat of the car.  As an afterthought he answers Tommy's question,"It ain't mine, let's just get out of here."

I climb into the seat, body still shaking from adrenaline,  I just wanted to get somewhere that seemed safe so I could make sense of this. I had a feeling this wasn't over, who else was like Jimmy?

"They are saying that half the people in the city have lost their minds." Jimmy says running around into his side of the car and climbing into the driver's seat.

"Can we please just go?" My father pleads, annoyance crystal clear in his deepset voice

Tommy continues,"Some sort of parasite or somethin'." Tommy slams his door and glances at my dad, giving him a disgusted look. "You gonna tell me what happened?"

'Please don't' I begged in my head, the images threatening to resurface again.

"Later." my dad answers, brushing him off completely.

Tommy starts the car and backs out of the driveway, he gives me a worried glance. "Hey, Sarah. How you holdin' up, Honey?"

"I'm fine." My father glances at me, eyebrows furrowed. "Can we hear what's on the radio?"

"Yeah, sure thing." I hold onto the back of my father's seat as we speed up the street, other people seemed to be packing and leaving. They weren't in a hurry like us and I wondered why.

"Thanks."

Tommy fiddles with a radio for a moment but it's completely out the car fills up with the sound of static, until he shuts it off, shaking his head in disbelief. "'No cellphone. No radio. Yeah, we are doing great. Minute ago the newsman wouldn't shut up."

My father raises his hand to prevent Tommy from talking further. "They  say where to go?"

We turn out into Pine Brook trail leaving our neighborhood, taking a side road.

"He said, ah.. Army's puttin' up road block's on the highway. No gettin' into Travis county."

"That mean's we need to get the hell out. Take 71."

"71. That's where i'm headed." Tommy echoes my father. Cop cars speed by in the opposite direction, making my chest soar in fear, loud noises jolted me out of the calm trance I was trying to create for myself.

I glance up at the giant blue hospital highway sign as we drive by it. "Did they say how many are dead?"

"Probably a lot." Tommy says. "I found this one family all mangled inside of their house-"

"Tommy." My dad scolds him. It wouldn't of mattered to me whether or not he continued, I saw a man dead with my own eyes. Maybe people get used to seeing those things after a while.

"Right. Sorry." Tommy nods gently in my father's direction. Tommy forgets that I am a kid sometimes but that's what i admire about him, he doesn't treat me like  a little baby like my Father still does.

We turn near a dirt road, a car is smashed against a streetlamp, it seems to be vacant of passengers. "Jesus Christ, how did this happen?"  My father blurts out.

"They got no clue, but we ain't the only town. First, they were saying it was just the south now they're going on about the East coast, the West coast..."

A bright yellow glow brightens the car, a building ahead is on fire as we near it i can feel the heat from the flames licking my exposed skin.

"Holy hell. That's louis's farm. I hope that son of a bitch made it out." Tommy says, as we speed by a farm that's on fire, my father doesn't usually take this road with me while i'm in the car because seeing animal's locked away disturbs me, but I take comfort in knowing that maybe some of them probably escaped. The humans are escaping so why couldn't they.

"I'm sure he did." My father attempts to reassure Tommy.

"Are we sick?" I ask the only question that was probably on all of our minds, though I was the only one brave enough to ask it. I didn't want to end up like Jimmy. Ever.

"No. No. Of course not." My father turns around to face me, he didn't look too sure of himself.

"How do you know?" I powered on.

"They said it's just ah. People in the city. We're good." He replied, giving me  a very unconvincing small smile.

"Didn't Jimmy work in the city?" I ask, though I knew the answer. My question remained hanging in the air for a moment as my Father looked at Tommy for some help it seemed.

"That's right he did." He finally coalesced. I opened my mouth to ask more questions taking notice how uncomfortable my Father looked now in the passenger seat.

"But, I-

Tommy interrupting, "We're fine. Trust me."

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