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[lumy12]

Page Eighteen

You can help Joel after you've dealt with this immediate threat. You fire at the first Clicker and hit it in the face. It stumbles backward. You fire at the second one and also hit it in the face, but the first one is a strong motherfucker and needs a second shot to kill it-- fuck! And there's more coming!

You get two more shots off before one of the Clickers grabs you. You blow its head off, turn and blindly fire into the cluster while pulling your switchblade out of your pocket because you know you're running out of bullets. You drop the useless gun and pour all your strength into knifing the jugular of the Clicker currently attacking you. There's no way you can knife all of these fuckers in time-- "JOEL!!!" you scream for help as loud as you can.

You manage to yank your knife out of one's neck as the next one grabs you, and you start to plunge it into this one's neck, but now yet another one is grabbing you--

Omigod omigod they're going to rip me apart playing tug of war! "AHHHHHHHHH!" you scream as the one on your right sinks its teeth into your neck/shoulder area. A white-hot flame of pain races through your neck, and seems to fill your whole body... or is that... fuck! They're everywhere-- You can't let pain immobilize you! But what can you do? Your knife is stuck in the other Clicker's throat.

And then you're falling to the ground, dizzy and fuzzy and holy shit, the pain... out of the corner of your eye you can see the blood... lots of it... this fucking HURTS LIKE A BITCH and I just want it to stop... stop... STOP...

You have the vague sense that Joel is fighting off the Clickers, right there in front of you... God, please let him be okay... I can't help him, I can't move, I can't HELP him! You close your eyes... only for a second, but maybe it was longer, because now you feel a cloth being pressed to your wounds... it's Joel's shirt -- you know it by scent -- JOEL...

"Stay with me, baby girl!"

His voice is fuzzy... and so far away that someone else must be holding his shirt? You smell the soap-and-dirt/deodorant-and-sweat... the unique Joelness of it that you can't describe... Joel, why are you far away...

"No no no no NO -- Ellie -- Ellie, don't do this... PLEASE..."

You're not doing anything... wait, am I dying? I think I'm dying...

Surprisingly, it's not an unpleasant thought.


If you die, turn to page 36.

If you live, turn to page 39.

Comments

[owlofnevermore.livejournal.com]

I KNEW JOEL COULD HANDLE HIMSELF!! But... :O Ellie!!!

Wow, this is awesome. 100% loving it.

[luminations.livejournal.com]

At least this death is easily avoidable? Hehe. Yeah... Joel may not ALWAYS be able to handle himself... cuz it's no fun if they're too perfect, right?

Thank you! I'm so glad :D :D

Carlos

[(Anonymous)]

Ha, this remembers me the 100 of time I get kill in the game... LOL poor Ellie :(

RE: Carlos

[luminations.livejournal.com]

I die a lot too, and last time thru I made my brother finish it for me cuz he was COMPLAINING about the glitch in the tunnel, which I've only managed to trigger once or twice. "Lame - I'm ready for a big fight and then there's only 3?" YES. IF YOU'RE LUCKY! I wasn't. So he beat that for me and then I told him to finish the hospital while he's at it, and he did - after not playing in years he barely died.