The Last of Us (6)

They knew they were close.

It was getting dark outside. People were scarce. It was a quiet, desolate area. There were a few buildings here and there, but the Wrestle Plex was initially built in a developmental zone. It had been three years now and certainly there were some nice bars and buildings surrounding the area. Yet, everyone went home for the night and for some reason the area was a little unsettling, especially to new comers.

Maybe it was because of the UTA Fireflies. They could be looming anywhere.

“One more block.” Tyler said before he turned the corner and there it was.

THE DEFIANCE WRESTLE-PLEX.

“It’s glorious.” Conor mumbled to himself, but then he became nervous. There was no one in the area and a dark cloud slowly covered the night sky, making it that much darker.

Tyler pulled into the parking lot. There were three cars, including them.

“We’re meeting The Developer here?” Conor asked, obviously expecting a ‘yes’ because he knew this was where they were headed all along, however, he hoped for a ‘no’.

“Yes.”

Conor gulped and looked up at the ominous building. “I’m not so sure anymore. Maybe this game isn’t for us. Isn’t there another one we can join? I heard GCW has online play.”

Tyler shook his head. “GCW shut their system down a few years ago. There are no players there anymore.”

“IWO?”

“Um, that was like 15 years ago.”

“21w?”

“No.”

“Can’t we go back to fWo? We never did get that Flying French guy back for using unofficial cheat codes.”

“Doesn’t exist, either.” Tyler said as both of them looked up at the building. “This is the place to be.”

Tyler hit his brother on his back. “And, they need our help. We can help them.”

Conor shook in terror while Tyler sighed. He knew he had it in him, but his brother would often get too scared. Could they handle it? They would need to overcome things together if they had any chance of surviving.

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