MasukiRyser
Moon
- Joined
- Aug 13, 2016
- Location
- England
ENDURE AND SURVIVE - The Last Of Us
[DISCLAIMER: This story is set three years after the events of the Last Of Us making Ellie 17 years old.]
Ellie had hoped for some semblance of relief when she reached San Fransisco. She hoped she could move through the city quietly, peacefully and quickly. But no. Another city, another abandoned Quarantine Zone, another gang of assholes.
The Young Woman vaulted into the nearby window, bullets flying over her head, she had to act fast, she was running low on options. She pulled out her 9mm and turned to face the Hunters as they chased after her.
She pulled the trigger, watching his head pop like a melon, before executing his buddy in the same fashion, but more were coming. Her finger pressed tightly on the trigger again and 'click'.
'Oh shit.' Empty. Her last rounds gone. Had she been smart, she would have kept track of her ammo and avoided this mess. It was too late now, she had to run. These Assholes had her partner and there was no way she'd get her back without gunning them down. To buy herself precious time she lit the rag of a Molotov Cocktail and threw it, covering the entrance in flames before sprinting out of there, down a dimly lit hallway.
Scavenging whatever she could find on the way to safety, she escaped from the Hunters' sight, finding a room way out of their patrol routes to rest. Closing the door quietly she walked slowly to the window, staring out longingly with a desperate glare.
"Emma..." Her fingers traced over the glass and she let out a defeated sigh. "Where are you?"
Ellie fell back onto a soft and comfortable bed, letting her eyes flutter shut, clutching the switchblade in her hand before slowly drifting off to sleep.
[DISCLAIMER: This story is set three years after the events of the Last Of Us making Ellie 17 years old.]
Ellie had hoped for some semblance of relief when she reached San Fransisco. She hoped she could move through the city quietly, peacefully and quickly. But no. Another city, another abandoned Quarantine Zone, another gang of assholes.
The Young Woman vaulted into the nearby window, bullets flying over her head, she had to act fast, she was running low on options. She pulled out her 9mm and turned to face the Hunters as they chased after her.
She pulled the trigger, watching his head pop like a melon, before executing his buddy in the same fashion, but more were coming. Her finger pressed tightly on the trigger again and 'click'.
'Oh shit.' Empty. Her last rounds gone. Had she been smart, she would have kept track of her ammo and avoided this mess. It was too late now, she had to run. These Assholes had her partner and there was no way she'd get her back without gunning them down. To buy herself precious time she lit the rag of a Molotov Cocktail and threw it, covering the entrance in flames before sprinting out of there, down a dimly lit hallway.
Scavenging whatever she could find on the way to safety, she escaped from the Hunters' sight, finding a room way out of their patrol routes to rest. Closing the door quietly she walked slowly to the window, staring out longingly with a desperate glare.
"Emma..." Her fingers traced over the glass and she let out a defeated sigh. "Where are you?"
Ellie fell back onto a soft and comfortable bed, letting her eyes flutter shut, clutching the switchblade in her hand before slowly drifting off to sleep.