The deeper they get into this fucking hospital, the more Ellie remembers, and the worse the feeling gets. She's got a mask strapped to her face, something she hasn't bothered with in ages, and it feels like she can't breathe in this more than she ever did with spores.
It's worse in the red, steadily pulsing light of the basement, where it feels like they're inside a beating heart.
She can remember it. Pulling on the rage, on the pain, on the grief, and explosively letting it out, even while everything in her screamed for her to stop. She's holding it at bay, though, and they're all probably shitting their pants, so hopefully Ellie's miniature panic attack is going to be overlooked in the moment.
Ellie focuses on covering Abby, and it's comforting to have her there, along with others she knows she can count on. She's seen all of them fight before.
It all goes out the window when the thing comes hurtling into view. It's so much bigger, so much faster, and so much worse than Ellie could have possibly imagined.
"Oh, fuck no!" Ellie screams as they scatter backward, and hopefully everyone's doing that, because the rat king's bull-rush is strong enough to crush in the back of the rotted, rusted ambulance.
The sound is deafening, but so is the nail bomb that Ellie throws directly into its face. One of its faces. The boom and scream both reverberate off the concrete walls, carried by the layer of water on the floor.
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It's worse in the red, steadily pulsing light of the basement, where it feels like they're inside a beating heart.
She can remember it. Pulling on the rage, on the pain, on the grief, and explosively letting it out, even while everything in her screamed for her to stop. She's holding it at bay, though, and they're all probably shitting their pants, so hopefully Ellie's miniature panic attack is going to be overlooked in the moment.
Ellie focuses on covering Abby, and it's comforting to have her there, along with others she knows she can count on. She's seen all of them fight before.
It all goes out the window when the thing comes hurtling into view. It's so much bigger, so much faster, and so much worse than Ellie could have possibly imagined.
"Oh, fuck no!" Ellie screams as they scatter backward, and hopefully everyone's doing that, because the rat king's bull-rush is strong enough to crush in the back of the rotted, rusted ambulance.
The sound is deafening, but so is the nail bomb that Ellie throws directly into its face. One of its faces. The boom and scream both reverberate off the concrete walls, carried by the layer of water on the floor.