he’s bruised and bloody , that much is clear . what he hell he has other than that is one hell of a goddamn headache , but he pushes through it as he crawls his way out of the remnants of whatever building this was . hadn’t looked like much when he went and it sure as hell isn’t anything now with the way it lays in nothing but crumbles . joel is lucky to still be standing , at least when he gets to his feet while coughing up dust . @smugglher is right there though the minutes the smuggler emerges from the leveled ruins .
his hand is thrown up to gesture that he’s fine since she’s already yelling at him . at least he wasn’t any of the hunters in that place . twenty some odd years and lack of maintenance is hell on a big building like that . ❝ i’m fine , tess . every clicker and infected ‘round here heard that for miles . we best make ourselves scarce . ❞ joel took a hell of a beating but it isn’t so easy to kill the texan . not by a long shot .
“ you scared the shit outta me ! ” the last of us sentence starters .
