Ellie blows out a breath, pursing her lips as she creeps silently behind Joel, arrow notched into string, paying close attention to everything they can see. It's dark, but her eyes are used to it. Better than the Hunters with their torches and bombs.
A quick nod lets Joel know she understands. She gets up next to him, works slowly over to get the angle on them. They're looking ahead, not to the sides. Maybe they've already searched this area, or it's just too quiet.
Ellie targets the man on the end, carefully pulls back on the sting, sighting down the shaft. She gets the man's neck in her sights, finds the notch just behind his windpipe, where it'll cut off any screaming. Without thought, without breath, she looses the arrow.
Even before the point and shaft passes clear through his neck and out the other side, Ellie's pulling out another arrow, pulling back and shifting up for a new angle. The second Hunter is just turning around when Ellie's shot punches clean through his eyeball, lodging deep into his skull. They slump down among the crates, and she targets another. The pause is longer, waiting for him to come into range.
Closer, closer-
There is a sound, the thunk and crack of an overripe melon bursting open, and the third Hunter goes down. One nearby stops, alters his route. Waves to catch the attention of another, and nods towards the place the sound of his fellow dying came from.
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Ellie blows out a breath, pursing her lips as she creeps silently behind Joel, arrow notched into string, paying close attention to everything they can see. It's dark, but her eyes are used to it. Better than the Hunters with their torches and bombs.
A quick nod lets Joel know she understands. She gets up next to him, works slowly over to get the angle on them. They're looking ahead, not to the sides. Maybe they've already searched this area, or it's just too quiet.
Ellie targets the man on the end, carefully pulls back on the sting, sighting down the shaft. She gets the man's neck in her sights, finds the notch just behind his windpipe, where it'll cut off any screaming. Without thought, without breath, she looses the arrow.
Even before the point and shaft passes clear through his neck and out the other side, Ellie's pulling out another arrow, pulling back and shifting up for a new angle. The second Hunter is just turning around when Ellie's shot punches clean through his eyeball, lodging deep into his skull. They slump down among the crates, and she targets another. The pause is longer, waiting for him to come into range.
Closer, closer-
There is a sound, the thunk and crack of an overripe melon bursting open, and the third Hunter goes down. One nearby stops, alters his route. Waves to catch the attention of another, and nods towards the place the sound of his fellow dying came from.
Fuck. They'll be discovered any second.