[Ellie is used to constantly watching and listening. When you're in a world where infected could come out kill you at any second, it becomes sort of second nature. She can handle any of that, she's decided. The only real problem for now is Joel. She doesn't know what happened or how she got here, but she knows she has to find him. If she's here, he's gotta be too.
Soon though that becomes second in her list of problems. Rounding a corner, she hears something. Something that definitely sounds like the shrieking of infected. What she expects is a runner or stalker. What's slowly galloping toward her is something worse.
She breathes out slowly, eyes widening in surprise.]
Holy shit.
[That... is either one messed up clicker that doesn't click or a type of infected Ellie has honestly never seen before. She doesn't have the time to ponder over it. Pointing out her pistol, she begins shooting at the creature several times.
Which would be fine, except one or two more are coming up from behind. Help a girl out?]
(scenario two)
[The first thing Ellie does after she's woken up and got her bearings is check if the bodies lying nearby are dead or not. One is dead (and has on it some note she doesn't let herself read yet), and the other one isn't - but whoever isn't dead is unconscious for now and doesn't have any obvious bite or scratch marks. She's not exactly thrilled to be in here with a total stranger, conscious or not, especially after realising she's without even her switch-blade. She has to get out of here.
Next on the agenda is checking the door.]
C'mon, c'mon! [Her pulling, pushing and shoving isn't helping anything though.] Fuck! Not getting out this way.
[She glances as the forms on the ground again. Maybe they have a key, or... something to help. She checks the dead body first, finally reading the note. Twice. Here she stops, glancing at the pedestal. No fucking way. Not giving up yet, Ellie checks the pockets, eventually coming across the envelope opener.
She looks down at the note, then at the body it came from.]
Ellie | The Last of Us | OTA
[Ellie is used to constantly watching and listening. When you're in a world where infected could come out kill you at any second, it becomes sort of second nature. She can handle any of that, she's decided. The only real problem for now is Joel. She doesn't know what happened or how she got here, but she knows she has to find him. If she's here, he's gotta be too.
Soon though that becomes second in her list of problems. Rounding a corner, she hears something. Something that definitely sounds like the shrieking of infected. What she expects is a runner or stalker. What's slowly galloping toward her is something worse.
She breathes out slowly, eyes widening in surprise.]
Holy shit.
[That... is either one messed up clicker that doesn't click or a type of infected Ellie has honestly never seen before. She doesn't have the time to ponder over it. Pointing out her pistol, she begins shooting at the creature several times.
Which would be fine, except one or two more are coming up from behind. Help a girl out?]
(scenario two)
[The first thing Ellie does after she's woken up and got her bearings is check if the bodies lying nearby are dead or not. One is dead (and has on it some note she doesn't let herself read yet), and the other one isn't - but whoever isn't dead is unconscious for now and doesn't have any obvious bite or scratch marks. She's not exactly thrilled to be in here with a total stranger, conscious or not, especially after realising she's without even her switch-blade. She has to get out of here.
Next on the agenda is checking the door.]
C'mon, c'mon! [Her pulling, pushing and shoving isn't helping anything though.] Fuck! Not getting out this way.
[She glances as the forms on the ground again. Maybe they have a key, or... something to help. She checks the dead body first, finally reading the note. Twice. Here she stops, glancing at the pedestal. No fucking way. Not giving up yet, Ellie checks the pockets, eventually coming across the envelope opener.
She looks down at the note, then at the body it came from.]
You gotta be kidding me.