A/N: I do not own RWBY or the Last of Us. Those are owned by Monty Oum (Rest in Peace, you magnificent man) and Naughty Dog, respectively. Fair Warning. There is lots of OOC from a lot of different characters. Also, I threw in an OC just for fun. This is, as the tags suggest, a RWBY AU where the Last of Us disease breaks out. It's told after the events in a sort of "story time circle/ support group," like at the beginning and end of The World's End. If you have constructive criticism, I would be happy to hear it. Just no profanity or nastiness among the ranks. We're all writers and we're all on different levels, so please respect that. I've rambled enough. Enjoy the story.

When the disease broke out, we all knew where we were. I was coincidentally with those I called my crew. My team. It was dark, just about 2:15. I heard a blast, yelling, and some pounding and snarling.

In short, it was trouble.

Skip ahead a couple of hours and we were running for our lives from those…things. It was weird, because they had marks on their skin and eyes out of their sockets. They were the embodiment of death. Pure and simple evil. We ran for the pier. I just thought to myself, "Why? What's going on?"

Then a light shone. A man in body armor asked to see our ID. Too afraid to speak, we said nothing. He talked on his fancy little comm gadget for a couple of seconds before saying, "Come aboard. We're accepting only Beacon students on this boat. We're going to Vacuo." We said nothing, still frozen in fear. Then, someone broke the silence.

"What. Is. Happening. I must know," said Luminous angrily. Luminous was my brother. He was a faunice. A fox. Serious, clever, and fierce. He was everything a fox was and wanted to be.

"Why are we going to Vacuo? Field trip? Because it looks like we're in a bit of an emergency here," said Blake. It figured she'd speak next. Wherever Luminous goes, she goes.

The man said, "Just go. We won't hold these monsters off for much longer. What matters is that the youth of the population is safe. Just-just go." The man had a tinge of sadness in his voice, but also pride. He thought, "I will give my life for the well-being of humanity's future. I will calm myself and face my fate. While I fight for the safety of the future, I will die with honor, and I will die quickly."

After about two or three days on the ship, we talked amongst ourselves about our destination. We talked about what happened when we evacuated our hometown and many other unsolved riddles.

If you don't know where Vacuo is in relation to where we were, it's all the way across the world. We were at the heart. Vale. Where it all started. On the surface, a nice, friendly town, but at night, all the evil it bottles up is released like a lion from a cage. The disease spread like wildfire. Everywhere you looked, there were carcasses being devoured by the infected, or large, steel fences indicating that the next checkpoint was coming soon. Even though the government said it was under control, the zones were complete and utter chaos.

Next we meet; I tell you the story of the same group five years after the outbreak.

A/N: I know I haven't given a name or even a nickname to the narrator. I've written ahead a couple of chapters, so I know who it is. You can all guess in the reviews. Once again, no profanity or rudeness. I want to keep this a clean story. (I say that and I know what happens to the characters.) You'll see…Pyg out.