Sample Entry: [ There's a bit of hesitance in her step. She judges the distance between herself and the other side of the river bank. Crossing the log wasn't enough, there was a gap that needed to be leapt across to finish crossing. There's a faint thump in her chest that she refuses to drown out. ]
You sure I can make it? If I fall, I'm going to be pretty pissed.
[ Her voice is all that separates the silence and the sound of rushing water. She gulps, clutching at the straps of her backpack a bit harder. Her partner jumps across with ease, leaving her to swallow the harsh truth: she has to make the jump. ]
Okay.. here goes nothing.
[ She backsteps a bit, getting a running start. Before she knows it, she feels the weight of her body tugging at gravity. However, she made it. The rushing stream left behind and her knees simply dug into the ground on the other side. ]
I'm alright, I guess. Didn't fall in, so there's that.
[ Up she goes, dusting off her jeans and looking back to the gap she just jumped. There was a sense of accomplishment for such an act. Something as simple as fucking crossing a river. How society has fallen. ]
Sample Entry Two:
Relax, just fucking shoot. It's just another jacked up freak. Her mind raced a mile a minute. The heavy rifle rested against the window sill, aimed down towards the courtyard. That place was infested with them - some groaning and some wailing. It sent a shiver down her spine.
"These fuckers never get less creepy. Look, that one has a wedding dress on... So, I just point, shoot, and blow their heads off? Now? Okay..."
She sounded a bit surprised, unaware of how varied the 'Infected' seemed to come. Her face lowered down to the scope of the rifle, taking a better aim. The crosshairs were shaky, trembling with a wavy sway. Ellie recalled Joel's training but that didn't mean she was the perfect student.
It took a few minutes until she gathered the strength to yank that tiny index finger back. With a resounding BANG, off popped one head. BANG, another head gone. BANG, another, and another. A missed shot caused Ellie to reload, fumbling fingers going over to put another row of shells in.
The final infected rushed - a moving target. Ellie missed the first and second shot, but the third was a charm. A heavy sigh pushed past her lips as she looked towards the countless bodies on the ground.
"It's okay to go now, right? That looks like all of them."
And it was. For once, for a short time - it was okay.
Ellie | The Last of Us | Reserved 3/3
You sure I can make it? If I fall, I'm going to be pretty pissed.
[ Her voice is all that separates the silence and the sound of rushing water. She gulps, clutching at the straps of her backpack a bit harder. Her partner jumps across with ease, leaving her to swallow the harsh truth: she has to make the jump. ]
Okay.. here goes nothing.
[ She backsteps a bit, getting a running start. Before she knows it, she feels the weight of her body tugging at gravity. However, she made it. The rushing stream left behind and her knees simply dug into the ground on the other side. ]
I'm alright, I guess. Didn't fall in, so there's that.
[ Up she goes, dusting off her jeans and looking back to the gap she just jumped. There was a sense of accomplishment for such an act. Something as simple as fucking crossing a river. How society has fallen. ]
Sample Entry Two:
Relax, just fucking shoot. It's just another jacked up freak. Her mind raced a mile a minute. The heavy rifle rested against the window sill, aimed down towards the courtyard. That place was infested with them - some groaning and some wailing. It sent a shiver down her spine.
"These fuckers never get less creepy. Look, that one has a wedding dress on... So, I just point, shoot, and blow their heads off? Now? Okay..."
She sounded a bit surprised, unaware of how varied the 'Infected' seemed to come. Her face lowered down to the scope of the rifle, taking a better aim. The crosshairs were shaky, trembling with a wavy sway. Ellie recalled Joel's training but that didn't mean she was the perfect student.
It took a few minutes until she gathered the strength to yank that tiny index finger back. With a resounding BANG, off popped one head. BANG, another head gone. BANG, another, and another. A missed shot caused Ellie to reload, fumbling fingers going over to put another row of shells in.
The final infected rushed - a moving target. Ellie missed the first and second shot, but the third was a charm. A heavy sigh pushed past her lips as she looked towards the countless bodies on the ground.
"It's okay to go now, right? That looks like all of them."
And it was. For once, for a short time - it was okay.