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Because when they met her, they were running for their lives.
Just shy of twenty members, the Hunters were on them like a pack of wolves. Joel let loose his last smoke bomb, at the head of the stairs so when he and Ellie dove under the steps - tucked snuggly between overturned, piss stained filing cabinets and moldy stacks of books - and that disoriented the Hunters. Joel kept Ellie behind him and his pistol in his free hand, in case one of those bastards found them.
As they kicked over bookshelves and snarled at each other, she pranced down the steps. Tight jeans and a bloody t -shirt, she cocked a hip and twirled a long, serated machete in her left hand. The room grew quiet and all eyes fell on her. Joel expected them to jump her, instead one of them began to plead with her.
"Please, please - we'll find them, we will!"
She sighed and swung the machete up in one, easy movement. It sliced clean through his bottom jaw and nasal cavity, leaving blood to gush and ebb from a dead body. She balanced the blade on her shoulder and looked to the men, who watched in genuine fear as she hung her head and massaged her brow with her free hand.
"The fourth fuck up on this trip," she spat. "What the hell is wrong with you people? I mean - this is routine -"
"But its that crazy man and the little girl!"
Joel watched in terror as she drove her machete into his skull, severing his head with another stroke. The other men leapt back, one raising his bat a little as she huffed and lingered over the dead body. She straightened her back and the machete dangled at her side. She brushed her hair back from her cheeks and breathed in deeply, returning her attention to what remained of her group.
"What have I said about interrupting me?"
"To not to," three of them murmured.
She snorted. "Now, spread out and alert the others that we have two rogues in the city. I want the truck moving in further and stock the gate to the bridge."
No, no she was cutting off all of their escape routes. She was destroying everything. Joel tightened his grip on the pistol in his hand and bore his teeth. No, he wouldn't let her get her hands on Ellie. He had to keep her safe. He had to kill this woman.
She breathed in deeply and looked around the room before turning around. And locking eyes with Joel.
"Now," she smirked. "How about we have a little chat."