[PurpleBox]

[this is a rp between myself and slyvanSpider, feel free to read but please do not post unless you are either of us. This rp is going to use some similar settings and other things from The Last of Us, not necessarily in the same universe. Enjoy ^-^]
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Most of the people nowadays don’t really remember what the world was like before the outbreak, before the fungal infection changed everything. Turned family and friends into mindless monsters that attacked everything and spread the infection. Ian had only been 6 at the time of the outbreak, he had faint memories of the nice house he and his parents had lived in, now it was just he and his little brother in a cramped one room apartment in a city district under the thumb of the military's strike law.

That didn’t mean that Ian stayed inside the ‘safe’ walls of the city, the ginger haired man of 22 year old often went outside the walls to gather supplies for he and his brother, and to kill any infected runners he found. Runners where those in the first stages of infection, recently bitten or exposed to the deadly spores that caused the world to collapse.

The military had done a good enough job so far keeping the Runners and other infect out of this City… Ian still didn’t trust them, as frequently there were food and water shortages, at least for those who were not enlisted in the military now.

Currently Ian was standing on top of the building that housed him and hundreds of other people, all crammed together in small apartments with spotty power. The freckled ginger man had tattoos on his arms, and a few on his legs as well, though those ones where hidden under the skin tight pants he wore as he stretched in the early morning sun.One needed to stay in shape if they wanted to live a day outside the walls. Ian did everything in his power to make sure his little brother didn't have to venture outside the walls of the city...his little brother would soon be celebrating his 11th birthday. Tristan was born after the fall of society… and had a different father than Ian, didn’t matter to the ginger haired man, the blond haired pixie was his blood, his only family left after their mother passed away from a nasty sickness, oddly enough not related to the fungal outbreak at all. The poor nutrition they received had hit their mother the hardest it seemed…

Shaking his head, ginger hair bouncing around his head as the sun rose fully, light making the ginger strands almost glow, and the light did indeed make Ian’s green eyes sparkle with life. Grabbing his shirt from where he’d set it down Ian made his way back inside the building and down a few flights of stairs till he reached his apartment.

Inside the stale, cramped and rundown looking space lay a young boy with blond curls on his head, the only real color in the drab room, he was laying on the couch with a ratty blanket thrown over him haphazardly. Ian found himself grinning at that, Tristan was always a deep sleeper… a bad thing when they’d been on the run outside the walls… trying to move from one city to another after their mother passed.

“Hope he gets more sleep...still growing the little pup is.” He yawned as he spoke gently to himself, locking the door behind him as he moved into the apartment proper. On the poor excuse of a counter was a travel backpack… the same one Ian strapped to his back when he went outside of the walls, he had one gun, he maintained it and always looked for more bullets for it, he also had a large hunting knife with a wicked serrated edge to it tucked into a side pocket of the backpack.

Going over to his bag he made sure he had everything inside that would last him a few days. Ian had a smuggling job to do today, nothing big, but it needed him to move the product outside the wall to another sector of the city, away from the prying eyes of the military guards that were at each checkpoint that separated the district of the city now.

Just another way the military tried to control the people inside the walls…. It made Ian a little sick but this was life now.