[ Fighting robot things. It had seemed pretty fucking cool to Ellie at the time. Robots! Ellie fucking loves robots! Or, well, the robots that are in the comic books she likes to read, anyway. Or the pictures of robots she's seen on peeled, faded posters plastered on the walls of abandoned kids' bedrooms scattered throughout America, posters she'd set her eyes on while picking through houses for supplies. She's never actually seen a robot in person, not unless toy robots in looted, rotting toy stores counted. Things like that just don't exist in her world. Would've done once upon a time before the outbreak hit and wiped out the world, but...
Anyway. Fucking robots!
--Except they're nothing like she imagined. They whiz around her like huge bugs, terrifyingly fast, zipping here and there, and a couple of times she ducks only just in the nick of time.
Ellie is a fighter. She's strong, she's brave, she's capable. But this? She's never fought shit like this. She only knows how to outrun Infected, how to shoot a pistol right between a guy's eyes, how to fire a rifle, throw a nail bomb, survive through a post-apocalyptic winter.
This is out of her fucking league. ]
What the fuck--!
[ And before she can yell that she wants off this fucking ride, one of those giant bug things slam into her. Sends her flying backwards, sprawling onto the ground with a hard thud. A winded, choked, "Ugh, fuck!" squeezes out from the back of her throat.
That smirk, smug asshole is telling her she's got to do it again? With a pained struggle, she rolls onto her front, starts climbing to her feet. Jeez, she'd landed on her butt hard. ]
Hey, wait, wait-- [ Too late: he's pressed that goddamn button; the robot bug things are whirling back to life. There's a look of panicked indignation on her small, sweaty face. ] Hey, asshole!
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Anyway. Fucking robots!
--Except they're nothing like she imagined. They whiz around her like huge bugs, terrifyingly fast, zipping here and there, and a couple of times she ducks only just in the nick of time.
Ellie is a fighter. She's strong, she's brave, she's capable. But this? She's never fought shit like this. She only knows how to outrun Infected, how to shoot a pistol right between a guy's eyes, how to fire a rifle, throw a nail bomb, survive through a post-apocalyptic winter.
This is out of her fucking league. ]
What the fuck--!
[ And before she can yell that she wants off this fucking ride, one of those giant bug things slam into her. Sends her flying backwards, sprawling onto the ground with a hard thud. A winded, choked, "Ugh, fuck!" squeezes out from the back of her throat.
That smirk, smug asshole is telling her she's got to do it again? With a pained struggle, she rolls onto her front, starts climbing to her feet. Jeez, she'd landed on her butt hard. ]
Hey, wait, wait-- [ Too late: he's pressed that goddamn button; the robot bug things are whirling back to life. There's a look of panicked indignation on her small, sweaty face. ] Hey, asshole!