I'm afraid my only Last of Us project at the moment is, er, a big weird first-person Animorphs AU, but here you go!
She pointed something at me.
It looked like some kind of gun.
“Stay quiet and co-operate,” she said, “and you won’t be harmed.”
Marlene’s always been kind of a hardass, but this? This was new.
Fuck! Riley exclaimed in my head.
I put my hands up. My first thought was okay, she’s a Controller, and then I thought I couldn’t let her know I knew about Controllers – I had to act scared and confused – and then I realised that wasn’t actually going to be that tough, because I was definitely scared and confused right now. There’s a difference between being told that there are mind-controlling aliens walking around and actually getting held at gunpoint by your mom’s best friend.
“The other one isn’t here,” Marlene said, raising her voice slightly and half-glancing back at the doorway. “She’ll be enough for now.”
Someone stepped into the room.
I fucking knew it, I almost said aloud, but I managed to stop myself in time. Seriously, Ellie, you don’t want them knowing you know about the whole alien invasion thing.
David. Fucking David.
Turn into a fly! Get out of there! Riley yelled at me, and then, Wait, fuck, no, don’t do that. It takes too long. They could just kill you while you’re morphing. Shit, what do we do?
What could I do? Run? Marlene was still pointing a gun at me; I didn’t know whether it could fire bullets or alien death rays or what, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it. Morphing, yeah, would take too long, and maybe they’d wonder about Riley after they’d killed me, and I couldn’t make her a target. There were two friends in the room with me, or at least two people I was pretty sure were on my side, but they were both tiny insects. What were they going to do: fly up Marlene’s nose?
So I did the only thing I could: I swore like crazy as David wrenched my arms behind my back.
It didn’t really make me feel any better.
Marlene went out to check the corridor, and David dragged me along behind her.
Okay. Okay, Ellie. You can hear me, right? I’m following you. I’ll get you out of this. Somehow. Shit.
The Last of Us
She pointed something at me.
It looked like some kind of gun.
“Stay quiet and co-operate,” she said, “and you won’t be harmed.”
Marlene’s always been kind of a hardass, but this? This was new.
Fuck! Riley exclaimed in my head.
I put my hands up. My first thought was okay, she’s a Controller, and then I thought I couldn’t let her know I knew about Controllers – I had to act scared and confused – and then I realised that wasn’t actually going to be that tough, because I was definitely scared and confused right now. There’s a difference between being told that there are mind-controlling aliens walking around and actually getting held at gunpoint by your mom’s best friend.
“The other one isn’t here,” Marlene said, raising her voice slightly and half-glancing back at the doorway. “She’ll be enough for now.”
Someone stepped into the room.
I fucking knew it, I almost said aloud, but I managed to stop myself in time. Seriously, Ellie, you don’t want them knowing you know about the whole alien invasion thing.
David. Fucking David.
Turn into a fly! Get out of there! Riley yelled at me, and then, Wait, fuck, no, don’t do that. It takes too long. They could just kill you while you’re morphing. Shit, what do we do?
What could I do? Run? Marlene was still pointing a gun at me; I didn’t know whether it could fire bullets or alien death rays or what, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it. Morphing, yeah, would take too long, and maybe they’d wonder about Riley after they’d killed me, and I couldn’t make her a target. There were two friends in the room with me, or at least two people I was pretty sure were on my side, but they were both tiny insects. What were they going to do: fly up Marlene’s nose?
So I did the only thing I could: I swore like crazy as David wrenched my arms behind my back.
It didn’t really make me feel any better.
Marlene went out to check the corridor, and David dragged me along behind her.
Okay. Okay, Ellie. You can hear me, right? I’m following you. I’ll get you out of this. Somehow. Shit.