THE LAST OF US: EXODUS
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Co-OPS: Imperial Idaho, Ormata, Anowa
The world is dead.
2013. That was the year the infection began to spread. Nobody knew what would happen then. We were all so naive. We were huddled into these little camps by FEDRA, they told us we would be safe. I won’t call it a lie; they believed it. Goddammit, they believed it. That was a long time ago. We know a hell of a lot more about the virus now. The fact that it’s not even a virus was the first thing we learned. A fungus, Cordyceps it’s called. Nobody really calls it that anymore. Just “infected.” It’s degrading, but… we live with it.
Twenty-two years since the infection started. As you may guess from your surroundings, society has fallen apart. Now, if you were one of those people who were born after the apocalypse, fuck… I don’t want to ruin your day or anything, but you don’t know what you are missing out on. Hot dogs. Hot dogs! God, I miss hot dogs. Ketchup. I miss ketchup. I don’t miss mustard. Mustard can go jump off a bridge for all I care. Sorry, I’m getting off track.
There’s these groups. Fireflies, call themselves activists. Militia, if you ask me. Terrorists, if you ask others. Saviors of the world, if you ask real gullible people. I wouldn’t mess with them, personally. Then there’s the military, what’s left of it. They put people into outbreak zones, keeping them safe. It was true, I guess. You were happy, if you liked getting bossed around by a bunch of assholes with guns. I left there, but… I wouldn’t be in the mess I am now if I had just stayed.
Fuck. Sorry. I know, it’s probably super boring to read about me whining. I left the military outpost, found myself in this motel. I should have known that spores were around. I got my gas mask on before any of it touched me. I think, at least. Also, while you’re hear, watch out for the spores, unless you have a gas mask. I guess you can borrow mine, if you need one. I won’t be using it anymore. I just realized I spelled “here” wrong. I’m just gonna leave it, cause I’m writing this in pen and then there’d just be a huge black smudge in the middle of this paper. I’m a little dyslexic, so sorry. I’ve been writing this pretty slowly, though that’s probably because I’m scared.
Getting off track again. I gotta stop doing that. There’s a few assholes outside, chased me into this hotel. Hope those damn clickers came out and ate them. You should probably watch out for those guys. Trouble all around, heard a few of them were even resorting to cannibalism. Shivers my bones. Freaks. Anyways, if you see a dead guy outside in a yellow jacket, piss on him for me, will you? He shot off my ear. My right one. That was my favorite ear too!
There’s a few clickers outside, chased me in here. I’ve got six bullets in my pistol left. I’m a pretty good shot, should be able to hit them all in the head. If there’s six, I’ll use all my bullets and you’ll never read this note. If you are reading this note, there were more than six and I saved one for myself. Or I just ended up being a terrible shot in which case I’m snacking on you or shambling about the grounds.
If you’re ever up in Maine, and you meet this girl named Elizabeth, right? Blue eyes, blonde hair, got this nasty scar along her right cheek. She’s in the northern part. Got a tough personality. If you see her, tell her to go fuck herself, courtesy of her brother James. That’s me, by the way. James. James. Also, mind burying me or putting me down if you find me in here? I mean, bury me after you put me down, of course. Don’t just leave my body out there if I happen to be a Runner. Bury with my hat, too. It’s blue, Tar Heels. I don’t even like the Tar Heels. I’m putting it on the nightstand. They’re breaking in. I can see the wood splintering. Anyways, if you’re reading this, sorry. Sorry I couldn’t kill them all.
Stay safe out there.
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In The Last of Us: Exodus, you play as one of the survivors of a brutal attack upon the Military Outpost in McCall, Idaho. Beginning only minutes before the attack on the Quarantine Zone, players will start off by getting their groundings in the world. The characters will include all those in the camp at the time of attack. After your escape from the attack, the unlikely group of travelers are pitted on a journey across America, not just to survive, but to find a reason to keep on living.
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