The thought makes his stomach sink. He's so god damn sick of running. Not that he has any time to dwell on it now. A loud explosion booms somewhere outside the building, followed by a spray of gunfire somewhere inside.
Joel crouches down, heart racing, everything else inside him otherwise cold and dead. Always best to approach these situations with no emotion, a clear head and no room for remorse.
"C'mon," he murmurs, pistol cocked and ready and, staying crouched down, he creeps out of the room and hurries with stealth behind a wooden crate.
Last chance to check on Ellie. He looks back at her once she's followed him out, concern hidden beneath the weather-beaten, heavy-set wrinkles lined in his tired face. "You good?"
no subject
The thought makes his stomach sink. He's so god damn sick of running. Not that he has any time to dwell on it now. A loud explosion booms somewhere outside the building, followed by a spray of gunfire somewhere inside.
Joel crouches down, heart racing, everything else inside him otherwise cold and dead. Always best to approach these situations with no emotion, a clear head and no room for remorse.
"C'mon," he murmurs, pistol cocked and ready and, staying crouched down, he creeps out of the room and hurries with stealth behind a wooden crate.
Last chance to check on Ellie. He looks back at her once she's followed him out, concern hidden beneath the weather-beaten, heavy-set wrinkles lined in his tired face. "You good?"