The Last of Us: Cold

It's cold. So very cold.

It wasn't always like this. It was always warm. Even when the cold wanted to make its way through, the warmth would always prevail. It was a never ending war between the two. But it now it seems the cold has won.

Since then, it's never gone back. Stuck. Now and forever. And there's no need for a series of papers or a fancy trinket to know that forever has passed twice already.

Never changing cold wherever I go. Whether I go north or south, east or west. Point A to point B and point B to point A.

Nothing I can do to escape, just forced to embrace it.

But I'd do anything to feel warm again.

Every once in a while an opportunity presents itself. A chance to feel warm again. To feel that long lost loving embrace.

But those opportunities come and go in an instant. In a snap they appear and in another they're lost in the wind. The cold, cold wind.

I would do anything to feel warm again. I have done them. Things I never thought I'd do, not even in my wildest dreams.

Call it desperation, call me pathetic, weak. But damn it...I'm just so cold.

So many new things that I love about the warmth that I can now find. I just had my fix, but I miss it already.

Having someone in my arms, feeling their heart beat against my chest. Always beating fast, but it eventually fades away into oblivion, leaving me alone. Then I'm cold again.

That warm river of goo that would often hit my tongue, slowly dripping down my throat like the richest batch of honey. Sweet like it too. It was a drug to me. And it would always fill me with warmth with each drop that slithered down my throat. It was a slice of heaven's hellfire.

But then it would run out or lose its warmth. And then it's back to being cold.

Occasionally the heat comes to me and I'm attracted to it, I can't resist. The devil's kiss surrounds me. It licks at my feet before consuming me whole. I feel it on my skin, inside of me. In my bones. It's too much. It's overwhelming. But I scream in pleasure all the same.

Then it would go away, once again leaving me behind. I wish just once it would take me with it. With each encounter, I feel so close, yet so far away. I wish so badly to leave.

There is a life after this. A life of salvation. The promise land. Eternal warmth.

I believe.

Someday soon I'll find it.

Even if I've stopped moving.

God help me.

I'm just so cold.

Another infected perspective drabble, could call it a follow up to the "I Was Human" one shot I wrote many moons ago. I recommend listening to Sierra Leone ft. Freshly Ground (Orchestral Version) while reading. Sets the tone somehow XD

Aaaand just for the record, I don't know either. I was super reluctant to post this lol

Thanks for reading (whatever this is) and leave a review if you please ^_^