I was reincarnated into the Last Of Us and the end of the world sucks. Especially when you’re a kid, your parents work for FEDRA, and the highlight of your week is trading moldy jerky for batteries.

I was promised a system, maybe if I wake up from a little “accident” I will get it, though maybe I shouldnt go jumping off rooftops, not yet at least. 

Ah I can image it, a screen in my head. Stats. Missions. Oh—and the ability to summon strangers from thin air. Real helpful, assuming they don’t steal your shoes or try to stab you.

That will be one hell of a secret to hide from my family and FEDRA.

Hunger for something more, a growing pile of freeloaders to feed in a world where food is rarer than trust.

But hey—what’s the worst that could happen?

(Definitely not betrayal, mutant fungus monsters, or moral collapse. Probably.)

I just think I got too ambitious with this and the pace is considerably slower than I thought it would be, I might pick up the story somewhere in May or if I think its really bad, re work it.


As I said in the Forgotten Frontiers, I am also starting a new Star Wars story that wont be as ambitious or hard 


Chapter 30 - Notice