Can't Take It In
Characters: Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher.
Setting: February 7th, evening. Outside; Nate's apartment.
Summary: Zombie monsters. Girl in trouble. Business as usual.
Style: Action Log
Notes: Closed.
Shit!
[The curse is all Elena manages to make before she vaults trembling over the pile of rubble, huddling down on the other side of it - hoping against hope that this time the shambling corpses chasing her won't be able to make out her hiding place. Unfortunately whatever senses their rotting forms are now missing, they seem perfectly able to track down humankind.
The woman swears again, panting, looking for another place to hide or preferably a place that's permanently safe from the hungry undead. She makes a noise of frustration as the latter is clearly unavailable and the sounds of the shuffling footsteps gets closer.]
Dammit...I thought I was done with zombies!
[She says angrily, though there is a definite note of fear to her voice as she pushes off from the rubble, making a frantic noise despite herself as she notices the undead are a lot closer than she thought. Though she makes a good attempt at running for her next chosen place of cover, she stumbles over some debris and falls painfully, wind knocked out completely.
Coughing, she yells in alarm and kicks at the rotten forms suddenly bending over her, wide-mouthed jaws gaping eagerly to try and bite at her flesh.]
GET AWAY!
[Elena reaches around, hand managing to find a piece of board which she desperately strikes at her attackers with. It's fending them off for now, but she won't be able to keep up the defense for long.]
Setting: February 7th, evening. Outside; Nate's apartment.
Summary: Zombie monsters. Girl in trouble. Business as usual.
Style: Action Log
Notes: Closed.
Shit!
[The curse is all Elena manages to make before she vaults trembling over the pile of rubble, huddling down on the other side of it - hoping against hope that this time the shambling corpses chasing her won't be able to make out her hiding place. Unfortunately whatever senses their rotting forms are now missing, they seem perfectly able to track down humankind.
The woman swears again, panting, looking for another place to hide or preferably a place that's permanently safe from the hungry undead. She makes a noise of frustration as the latter is clearly unavailable and the sounds of the shuffling footsteps gets closer.]
Dammit...I thought I was done with zombies!
[She says angrily, though there is a definite note of fear to her voice as she pushes off from the rubble, making a frantic noise despite herself as she notices the undead are a lot closer than she thought. Though she makes a good attempt at running for her next chosen place of cover, she stumbles over some debris and falls painfully, wind knocked out completely.
Coughing, she yells in alarm and kicks at the rotten forms suddenly bending over her, wide-mouthed jaws gaping eagerly to try and bite at her flesh.]
GET AWAY!
[Elena reaches around, hand managing to find a piece of board which she desperately strikes at her attackers with. It's fending them off for now, but she won't be able to keep up the defense for long.]