Dear members of The Last of Us,

We have struggled for a long time and did our very best to breathe new life into this universe. But as most of you noticed, there was not much we could do to get out of this downwards spiral where we had so little members that the ones that did join got discouraged very easily and the ones that were still here had no plots to keep themselves active or busy. .

Two weeks ago, we asked your opinion on our current situation and the future of this RP. Most of you understood our struggles and agreed (though very sad) that there is no way to revive this universe. So (we all hate this moment, but we have to be honest with you and ourselves), this is the time where we have to announce the end of TLOU-KRP. We really tried everything to keep it alive and find it really hard to say goodbye to the universe where (for me) it all started, but it was not meant to be. 

We would like to thank all our members for all the lovely moments and awesome plots that we shared and we hope that we will see you in another roleplay universe.

- Love, The Admin Team

[Despite this cruel world and all my best efforts, you surprise me with just how perfect you are.]

The world underneath Jihyo’s feet gives way, there and then not, and she goes crashing down in a heap of shrieking metal, snapping cables clanging against the wall, her mother’s voice screeching, her father reaching out for her, a split-second touch, like being suspended in the air and then the fall.

She falls and falls and falls, into the dark, into the depth, until the darkness underneath her swallows her whole. There was an old lady, Jihyo remembers, Old Lady Lee, and she told her once that heaven was above and hell was beneath. But hell was made of flame, and this darkness was water, filling her lungs and her eyes and her ears, burning just the same. Above her, the metal still shrieks, but underneath her is nothing but an icy cold, all the air in her lungs gone.

Around her, gurgling and footsteps.

She doesn’t want to die. She wants to go upstairs and see Joongki again, and mom and dad. She doesn’t want to die alone in the cold. So she grabs around her, more flailing than swimming, kicking her legs to keep her head above water frantically. She finds a cable and hoists herself out of the water, gasping, as if there isn’t enough oxygen in the world to ever fill her lungs. It hurts, sharp stabs in her chest, her ribcage contracting around her heart, trying to keep it safe.

Around her, gurgling and footsteps.

She doesn’t want to die. She wants mom to tell it’ll be fine, dad to keep her safe. She’s small and hurt and fragile and she can’t -- she can’t.

She has to get back to the upper floors. She crawls over the floor, petting the ground in front of her to see where she can stand, biting her lip raw trying not to scream.

Around her, gurgling. Footsteps coming closer, the distinct wheezing of an Infected’s breathing.

Tears join the wet droplets on her face, but she crawls on, until she bumps her head into a door. She opens it, blindly, and when she’s inside the gurgling stops. She crawls under a desk, hugging herself against the shivering.

She has to be strong. She has to be brave. She has to get back to the upper floor.

But all she can think of is the gurgling, that somewhere outside there are Infected, that they’re waiting for her, with their distorted breathing and their mutilated face, the fungus crawling over their eyes and into their brain and their lungs, the way their skulls split open with it, the way they’ll hold her down and bite her throat out. Do you see it, she wonders, will there be a split second where she’ll see her own throat in its mouth before she dies?

Jihyo blinked. Blinked. Blinked again.

“You… you dropped me!” she gasped in indignation, her eyes wide with accusation and something akin to confusion.

Quicklyhe turned his head away and acted as if he didn’t hear the oldermale. For way too long Jongkook has already tried to figure out whatJeonghan’s whole presence was about. He knew something, or at leasthe guessed it, was off about this boy claiming to be a soldier butrefusing to do the basics of what a soldier should be able to do.Even Jeonghan himself, who sucked at figuring out other people’semotions, could tell that the older one was suspicious. Andas it seemed the rumors of a student from the interrogation unit gotthrough to him.

Jeonghanknew he had to be careful about his real aims and there was no secretmore in need to be kept then his affiliation to the interrogators.But with every day passing by he realized that it got harder.Jongkook didn’t seem to like him and the knowledge that he was tryingto keep a secret it obviously just made it worse. Still Jeonghanwould keep his mouth shut no matter what it would take.

Slowlya frown was building on his features as he watched the older man. Oneminute he has started to give him hope, the next he took those hopesand shattered them into a thousand small pieces as if he never reallycared. Thinking about it for a moment Jeonghan realized he mostlikely really didn’t care at all. But he wasn’t the kind of person tosulk. “I’m not disappointed” he stated with his eyes glued toJongkook to spot any kind of reaction.

Beinghonest he was indeed a bit disappointed for getting told that the manwould take his training into his hands. From what Jeonghan has heardthis far Jongkook was by far one of the best soldiers around and evenif it might only be for a couple of months he wanted to get the bestteacher in every branch of his training. As it seemed the man wasgood at what he’s doing without getting too much into other’sbusinesses. Butas he knew now the soldier wouldn’t do it.

[ @tlouxjongkook ]

The day was ending.

It was usually easier to escape from the Military District at this time and at least to her. Some scientists needed to collect some herbs for their chemical experiments in a field outside of the walls. This process usually took only half an hour, so they didn’t need anyone to come with them. They were valued to the Government because of what they represented – the possibility to find the cure for the plague and possible only escape for the humanity.

Sana was one of those courageous scientists. Daughter of doctors and scientists, she grew in a hospital for patients with mental problems. It was owned by her family and they stayed there for a year or so, after the infection arrived at South Korea. It had been the Government who took them from there and forced them to come to their District, where they were safe. Or at least that was what they claimed at the time, because Sana had always suspected that they had wanted their mother to work at their laboratory since the beginning. That had been the reason why they took them from their ‘home’.

Even working in a laboratory during the day, the young woman had never been satisfied with what she had. Minatozaki Sana had always wanted to have more than what she archived through the years. That was exactly why she started to use her talent and synthetized drugs and rare medications in her mother’s secret laboratory. In the beginning, Sana had only a couple of costumers but the business grew and now, she was starting to sell outside of the Military District too. Trading with the source of her items was always being ‘expensive’ and that was exactly why she was trying the art of smuggling now too.

Everything seemed to be working perfectly well for now, but until when?

Grabbing a black backpack with everything she was going to need, Sana left her house. She only gave her brother a smile to let him know that Sana wasn’t going to stay out for too long and that she was safe. Her weapons were always with her anyway. She had never been the careless type of person.

Even if she didn’t need any special herb to use in the laboratory, she needed to collect some poisonous plants from a field outside of the district. Her day wasn’t going to end there, because she still had a costumer waiting for her too. Not wanting to lose time, she walked toward the walls sneakily. Looking over her shoulder, she hoped that nobody (familiar to her) was watching her. The corners of her lips curved into a smile when she concluded that nobody was there. The man gave her the signal to pass through the walls, warning her that she had half an hour to come back.

@tlouxjongkook and @tiffanyhwangxtlou

“Sick”.

That was all she heard before somebody pulled the trigger. The short scream of a person was being covered by the long echo of the shot. Then scilence.

Tiffany sat not so far away from this event. For her liking was it too close and she was scared that she was breathing too loud that they might hear her. She was hiding behind a car infront of the wall, chin to her chest and her hands were in her hair. There was actually no reason why she should be scared and she wasn’t even if her body reactet this way. Still, if they find her out here they might think that she smuggels things or worse. She just didn’t want to take the risk.

[oh, won’t you be my livewire? make me feel like I’m set on fire]

Jihyo ignores the uneven, unrhythmic drip drip drip of the rain, propped up in against the branch of a tree. She preferred high ground, even if it was uncomfortable, it was safer, and there was something in the way the tree branches seemed to swallow her home that she liked.

Maybe she just likes looking down upon things, the cynical voice in her whispers, but she ignores that too.

She ignores it all, the rain and the cold and the way it will freeze soon. Winter is always the hardest, most animals gone holed up, all her tracks so glaringly obvious.

But difficulty does not excuse failure. Nothing excuses failure, and Jihyo will wait, breathing in and out until she can return with game enough to feed Joongki, with enough to trade for medicine.

Joongki won’t get sick this winter. She won’t let him. She won’t let him.

She roams over the white vastness, completely still, completely invisible. She likes this the most, like she doesn’t exist, like she’s a shadow, one with the silence.

A deer walks into her sights. She squints throught the black mass of rain, streaming down.

She breathes in.

Her finger around the trigger.

There’s a bark and the deer startles. She curses, following it with her gun as in reflex, she really needs that game, a desperate, hasty twitch of her finger and is that a person --

The scream confirms that yes. Yes it is.

Unscathed, the deer runs off into the wild and Jihyo curses again, sliding from her tree.