Clickers and Infected rained down on Ellie like a pack of wolves.

It was difficult to keep quiet in an opened field like this — she was supposed to making her march towards the aquarium in her enactment of vengeance for Joel, for fucking Joel. She was ambushed, hadn't realized the herd made its way into this area, which was bad news. She didn't want to be Clicker-chow this morning. It was cold as fuck, and she just wanted to get on with her personal mission.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," she muttered as she fumbled with reloading her rifle. It was difficult to maintain a certain grace when one was caught between a rock and a hard place — in this case, she was in the middle of a raging herd and hiding behind a rotting car.

All of a sudden, something swooshed right passed her, and a thunk clattered against the hood of the car she was crouched behind, and that stirred quite a bit of noise. Ellie was so stunned she had not immediately registered the fact that she was suddenly empty-fucking-handed.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" she blurted out of shock and irritation. What the hell—

The abrupt sound of muted gunfire mowing down the Infected was music to her ears.