It's strange that his face hurts from what feels like a punch, that his guns were taken, that the other clicker hasn't come over yet (he hears it screaming and chances looking, only to be completely baffled by the sight: it picked up his gun?), that the one on him hasn't killed him yet. That shiv ought to do the job, except it doesn't.
The infected lives only to break his fingers. Joel grunts almost more out of confusion than pain, although the pain is intense and doubles up in intensity when it breaks his other hand. Another deep groan, sucking air in through his teeth.
He doesn't understand. With his hands disabled, useless and broken, he brings his knee up and shoves the weirdest clicker he's ever encountered off of him. Something's wrong, something's very wrong. This isn't--
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It's strange that his face hurts from what feels like a punch, that his guns were taken, that the other clicker hasn't come over yet (he hears it screaming and chances looking, only to be completely baffled by the sight: it picked up his gun?), that the one on him hasn't killed him yet. That shiv ought to do the job, except it doesn't.
The infected lives only to break his fingers. Joel grunts almost more out of confusion than pain, although the pain is intense and doubles up in intensity when it breaks his other hand. Another deep groan, sucking air in through his teeth.
He doesn't understand. With his hands disabled, useless and broken, he brings his knee up and shoves the weirdest clicker he's ever encountered off of him. Something's wrong, something's very wrong. This isn't--
He scrambles to his feet and runs for his life.