After falling down an elevator shaft and swimming through what must be some horrifically dank 20-odd-year-old hotel basement water, Joel emerges into the formerly luxurious establishment's decrepit basement. He moves through a hallway flanked by two doors, only for a carpet of rats to descend a sloped section of collapsed ceiling and run down it, fleeing from some unseen threat. He curses in surprise, recovers, gathers some supplies (including a bottle), and makes his way through one doorway, then up a staircase of rubble.
He emerges into an office with several lockers inside, but, having a feeling of where he should go, ignores them. Joel exits the office and crosses another hall to what was once a security room. On the table, a keycard. It seems important. Joel checks behind him; nothing. He grips the bottle in his hand a little tighter, looks away from the doorway for a fraction of a second to grab the keycard, and whips his head back.
A stalker stands motionless in the hall, facing away from him, seemingly having appeared from thin air. Joel physically forces himself not to scream. The infected body makes a horrific grunting noise and takes off, through the room Joel just exited and out a doorway on the other side. Joel creeps back into the office, bottle readied. He waits. And another stalker rushes in, as clockwork. He hurls the bottle at its skull and the glass smashes loudly, stunning the infected - but he can't waste time. Letting out a furious cry, he charges the creature and brains it with one swing of his pipe. It falls to the floor, lifeless.
Joel hears another stalker scream nearby. A brick flashes in the corner of his vision. He grabs it, the next stalker appears, and a second corpse joins the first. But he knows more are coming. Just have to find more projectiles - but no time to look, as another stalker rushes him before he can begin. Joel fumbles for his revolver, grabs it, aims, and fires. The creature is staggered for a slight moment, a bullet having apparently less effect on its fractured mind than glass or fired brick. He grabs the pipe from his pack and swings, but the stalker ducks it, having recovered in the blink of an eye. Before Joel can even think about winding up again its teeth are sinking into his throat and ripping hunks of flesh from it.
. . . . . Joel emerges from a room filled with water into the formerly luxurious establishment's decrepit basement. He moves through a hallway flanked by two doors, only for a carpet of rats to descend a sloped section of collapsed ceiling and run down it, fleeing from some unseen threat . . .
The Last of Us Remastered. Fucking Grounded mode, man. Name an enemy and it's capable of killing you in one hit.
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