Just Leave Me
AN: Hello. It’s been a billion years since I checked tumblr. Have an angst brainrot I wrote in about 2 hours <3
Summary: It's always been the two of you, so you're unable to leave the building you had entered together... alone.
Word count: 1700
Content: angst, persona 5 but it’s the last of us, no spoilers, character death, slight gore, au, bittersweet ending
He was quickly falling behind you in your trek through the ruined building. His slow, sluggish movements. The paling of his skin. The way the blackening of his veins seemed to crawl up his neck, reaching for his face. He had been bitten.
You were trying to convince yourself otherwise. There was no way he could've been bitten. Your last encounter with an infected went fine. You had a bit of a scare when Goro pushed you out of the way as that monster leapt at you, but he couldn't have been bitten.
By the time you had picked yourself up off the ground, and turned around to help him, he had already shot it with the last of your bullets. It was slumped over his body, oozing that putrid gunk from its mouth where Goro's gun sat, finger still on the trigger.
The former detective told you that he was alright. A bit shaky, but just fine. He hadn't lied to you before, so why would he start now?
You could hear how heavily he was breathing. It echoed in the dark and dusty hallway you were passing through. The sound was ragged, forced. Each breath he took was a struggle that made your throat tighten.
You stopped at the end of the hall and waited for him, earning yourself a glare. His once brilliant maroon irises were now dull. The whites of his eyes had become bloodshot, and the veins in his cheeks were darkening.
"What are you waiting for? Do you want to get jumped again? Keep your eyes forward." Goro growled, wheezing afterwards to catch his breath. You flinched hard from his words, eyes watering and lips trembling, but you listened to him, and turned back around. You had to get out of here.
The damn building was a maze of corridors and obstacles that never seemed to end. Doors to trashed offices lined the walls, and the occasional window let in a bit of light from the outside world. Most of the rooms were inaccessible, either due to something blocking the door, or from the infected that were trapped inside. You could see the faint outlines of their bodies in the darkness through the thin rectangular window on the doors. Thankfully, they would never fit through it.
You climbed over a desk that had somehow been dragged out of one of the offices. It had been flipped onto its side to block the hallway, meaning the only way past it was by going over it.
Goro's footsteps stopped, but his breathing was just as loud.
You turned around and watched as he slowly pulled himself over it with a grunt. He barely managed to land on his feet. His knees shook beneath him and he had to lean against the desk for a moment to catch himself.
It hurt so bad seeing your best friend in this state. Goro had been with you when this whole thing started five years ago. You had been at his apartment, working on homework with him when the sudden sound of a siren began to blare throughout Tokyo. You listened together as the newscasters explained that some virus had been rapidly spreading in the America's, and had made its way to Japan. You both stared in horror as people began screaming behind the camera, and something lunged at the woman giving the news, taking a chunk out of her neck before the camera fell and the live feed ended.
Knowing that Goro had entered this place with you, but you'd be leaving alone, nearly broke you.
"Don't stop." He hissed, shuffling towards you once he had steadied himself. It was almost impossible to look away from him. He looked so tired.
It took all of your strength to continue walking. A sharp pain pierced through your chest, making you clench the fabric above your heart and squeeze your eyes shut, but you stayed quiet.
The dragging sound of his feet against the trash covered ground was getting slower, and his wheezing was getting louder. You couldn't stop yourself from glancing behind you. You found him leaning his weight against the wall, and nearly collapsing with each step. The way he was hunched over, eyes locked on the floor in front of him to make sure he didn't trip over something ripped your heart in two.
Goro lifted his head when he heard you stop walking. He didn't glare at you. He didn't tell you to keep walking. He just sighed before letting his gaze fall back towards the ground.
He stayed quiet as you walked up to him, and forced him to put his right arm around your shoulders as you slid your left arm around his waist. The former detective leaned his weight against you, nearly making you fall over. He didn't have the strength to carry himself anymore.
"We're almost out. I can feel it. Just hang in there a little longer." Your voice cracked, and your throat hurt from the lump that was forming.
You carefully guided the young man around fallen chunks of the roof and random office furniture that had been scattered throughout the area during the initial panic.
The lobby was slowly coming into view. The front desk and decaying bodies were being illuminated by the light of the sun that streamed in through whatever was left of the doors.
"G-Goro! Look! That has to be a way out." You said, breathing heavily as you pulled him along with all your might. During your short walk, his head had fallen against yours, and he barely lifted his feet. His breaths had become slow and shallow.
You didn't even make it into the lobby before his legs completely gave out, causing him to collapse. Your knees buckled beneath you and you fell with him. Goro didn't have the strength to catch himself. He just laid on the floor, eyes glazed over and staring at nothing in the distance.
"No please! Goro, come on. We're almost there..." You sobbed, pulling him into a sitting position. Hot tears trickled down your cheeks and blurred your vision. The lump in your throat was digging its claws into your neck, making it hard to breathe.
A rough, callused hand shakily wiped the tears from your cheek. You grabbed his arm and pressed your face into his hand, nuzzling into his cold palm. His arm soon went limp, leaving you to hold it up for him.
"Just... leave... me..." He whispered, voice hollow and low.
"I can't do that! Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone." You whimpered, shuffling closer so that you were sitting in between his legs. You pulled his arms around your body and leaned your head against his neck. He was so cold.
"Y/N... please... go... I can't..." He trailed off, unable to keep going.
"I don't want to go on without you. You can't leave me. Please Goro." You breathed, gripping handfuls of his shirt with trembling fingers. His head fell against yours, chin bumping the top of your head. His breathing had all but stopped.
You leaned back a bit to find him looking at you with solemn eyes. The last of the light in his eyes was fading quickly.
You lifted your arm, and pulled back your sleeve. The former detective's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as you opened his mouth, and placed your forearm inside. The hint of realization on his face made you flinch, but he didn't have the strength to stop you.
You push up against his jaw as hard as you could, forcing his teeth deep into your skin. It hurt like hell, but you couldn't let him go alone, and you didn't want to be in this world without him. He was all you had left.
There was a sizable mark when you pulled away from him. The veins around the area were already starting to turn black.
You curled up against him and closed your eyes, once again pressing your face into the exposed skin of his neck. The pulse that ran through his neck had stopped, and his chest no longer rose or fell. He had gone completely still.
You laid with him for what seemed to be days. Every time you closed your eyes, you thought it would be your last, but you kept waking up. Or maybe, you were only blinking, and it just felt like you were falling asleep each time.
The sudden sound of whispering and footsteps echoed through the hall you had collapsed at. A bright light obscured your vision when whoever it was spotted you both on the ground near the door to the lobby.
Goro shifted beneath you, a low growl coming from his throat. He raised his head and lifted his arm towards the people approaching you. You could see the outline of the nasty mark on his fingers where the infected had bitten him when he tried to protect you.
You slowly reached for his hand, and pulled it back down. Goro didn't react to your presence. He kept his head turned in their direction.
The people were right in front of you now, talking about something you couldn't understand. Their voices were muted from the ringing in your ears and the sound of Goro grumbling. You pressed your foot against the meager bag of supplies you had dropped when you fell with the boy, and nudged it towards them. They would make better use out of it than you would.
One of them approached, and Goro growled again. His voice sounded foreign, like there was a completely different person behind you. It scared you.
You kept a hold on his arms as you watched the person press something to his head. A loud bang echoed around you, then his head fell back against yours. A cold liquid ran down the back of your neck, but you didn't flinch. He was at peace now.
The warm metal of a freshly fired gun pressed against your head, and you closed your eyes, happy that this kind individual decided to put you out of your misery.
You couldn't wait to see Goro again.