Uncharted: The Post Adventure
This story is about what happened after Uncharted 3. After beating all 3 games, I fell completely in love with the series, and i can't get enough! I decided to write a story on what happens after the adventurous tale. Hope you guys enjoy (:
Rated M for strong language, extreme violence, and sex.
I do not own any of the Uncharted games, that would be Naughty Dog.
Before reading, open up a new tab, and go to youtube . com /user/ThePrimeHades youtube channel and click the Uncharted 3 playlist on the right. It gives a more dramatic feel to the story while reading! (:
Chapter 1: Ware's the House?
Gunfire. It was all the old warehouse sounded and smelled of.
And of course, the occasional explosion of a grenade that burst into the warm, thick air, creating huffs of thick black smoke and making the hearts of the facility accelerate faster than a hummingbird's.
Nathan Drake coughed as the hazy grenade smoke wafted through the air. God, how do I ALWAYS end up getting myself into this shit? He thought with bewilder. He reloaded his gun as he stayed in cover behind the metal trap box, which was being shot at continuously. He closed his eyes shut, waiting for the parade of bullets to seize, praying to God that none would hit him. He looked over to his left and the metal trap box far from him, in which a short blonde was crouched behind.
And... Elena... He thought, his heart surging with both guilt and fear. I always end up getting her tangled up in my mess of cords.
He sighed shakily. When fire from the opponent finally seized, he immediately jumped up and shot up as his target. four gunshots and the idiot fell to the ground, dead.
"Nice one!" Elena shouted from her cover spot.
Immediately following her voice came a barrage of endless gunfire. Nathan quickly ducked down, his head quickly snapped over to Elena to make sure she was in proper cover as well.
"Stay down, I got this one!" He yelled.
Looking over to a crate of metal boxes to his left (and a dead guy with blood spilling out of his head), He stealthily rolled over to a new coverage spot and aimed at his opponent.
er... opponents.
five men all stood next to each other, shooting relentlessly at Nathan's coverage, which he had immediately ducked behind.
"ah crrrap," he muttered with annoyance in his voice. He looked down at the bloody bastard whom lay dead next to him, out of ideas. He squinted at the fresh corpse... who had an M32 Hammer tucked under his right arm.
Nathan's eyes lit up and a small smile crawled upon his face. "Bingo," he said to himself with a delightful tone. He snatched the beautiful weapon out from under him.
When gun fire stopped for about five seconds on the other side, he quickly jumped up, aiming his gun at the batallion of men. Perfect. Five seconds was all he needed.
"See you bastards in hell!" He shouted, and pulled the trigger.
The recoil from the heavy gun sent him staggering backwards, allowing him to fall on his bottom gently. The rocket seemed to fly so slowly through the air, taking its time, allowing the men to take in their last moments before their sick and painful deaths.
The rocket bursted, sending a firework effect to the roof of the building. Nathan wasn't sure if it was the men screaming or the rocket screaming; he couldn't tell in a fast moment like this. The roof exploded open, sending pieces and parts of the warehouse to fly everywhere, large metal rods flying throughout the whole place. His heart raced in horror.
"Oh my God, this place is comin' down," He gasped aloud. He immediately shot his head to the right of him, towards Elena. "Elena!" He said, running towards her. "We gotta get the hell outta here! This whole damn warehouse is falling apart!"
As he almost reached her, a large metal rod, enflamed, blocked off his pathway to her. She screamed from being startled.
"Ah, shit!" He yelled. He looked around the whole place, looking for the quickest escape out of here. The whole warehouse had caught on fire.
He quickly fiddled for the phone in his left pocket. "Dammit, Sully! Where the hell are you!" He checked for the sixth time to make sure he had sent the text message. Doubting thoughts flew into his mind. What if I accidentally missed a number on the address? He thought. What if the message hadn't sent at all?
As if he had read his thoughts, a loud honk came from outside, followed by a screeching of tires and a voice. "Nate!" Sully's voice yelled. "Nate, Elena, I'm here! East side of the Warehouse!"
"About goddamn time, Sully!" Nate shouted back, while running. "Elena, can you here me?"
"Yeah!" Elena shouted back, her voice shaking.
"Elena, you have to jump up to that window on your side and crawl out!"
Elena turned to her right. "But, Nate, I don't think I ca-"
"Just DO IT!" Nate practically screamed. Without hesitation, Elena jumped as hard as she could, grabbed onto the hot window edge with her fingertips, and hoisted herself over.
"I'm out!" She yelled.
Good, Nate thought. Now he just had to figure out how he was going to get on that side without burning alive. Think, Nate, THINK!
He quickly scanned the fiery setting until his eyes met a metal box in the corner, probably the only thing in the place that had not caught on fire.
"Perfect, i'll use that box to jump onto the window frame," He said aloud.
"Nate!" Sully and Elena screamed from outside the warehouse. "You need to get out of there!"
Nate fiercefully darted towards the box in the corner. using all his strength, he pulled the heavy box out from the corner and pushed it so that it faced the window directly. He climbed atop it.
"Okay, Nate, you got one chance at this," he said to himself reassuringly.
"Nate, that place is gonna BLOW!"
"You need to HURRY!"
Nate turned around to a low sound behind him, only to see a propane gas tank slowly rolling towards a fallen pillar of flames.
Oh, shit.
Without even thinking about it, He jumped for the window.
He grabbed onto the edge of the window and quickly hoisted him self onto it, so that he could crouch out and jump.
Too late for that.
"NATE, JUMP!"
He wasn't sure if he had jumped or if the blast from the exploding warehouse had shoved him out, but he was definitely airborne.
behind him, The warehouse's parts were sailing and twirling through the air, in what seemed to be slow-motion. The explosion sent a humongous black cloud of smoke into the air, and fire shot up into the sky.
Nate screamed and rolled into the ground, which didn't look like much of a roll. He cringed in pain and shot up from the ground, running towards Sully's red jeep.
"Goddammit kid, you are the luckiest bastard alive right now," Sully exclaimed as Nate opened the shotgun door and slid in by Sully.
He shut the door. "Just... drive," He said exhaustedly as he held his left arm in pain. Sully started the engine and drove off in full speed, leaving behind them the fiery mess of what used to be a warehouse.
It took at least four minutes for all three of the passengers to catch their breaths and heart beats before talking again. Sully was first to speak. "Alrighty, now will someone please explain to me what the hell happened back there?"He turned to his right to look at Nate, and then over his shoulder at Elena.
Nate sighed. "We were... duped."
Elena rested her elbows on her thighs and scoped her fingers through her hair in stress.
Sully looked confused. "I'll explain," Nate said, holding up his hand.
"Yes, Nate. Please explain to US how a real estate agent ended up leading us to his hideout full of men who attacked us with weapons!" Elena shot at him, anger in her eyes.
"Well how was i supposed to know he was out to get me?" Nate turned around in his seat to face Elena. "Real estate agent my ass. This was your idea anyways."
"Oh, so now this is all my fault?" Elena spat back.
"You ARE the one who insisted we find a damn house 3 weeks before our wedding!"
"That is ASIDE the point! You are the one who always seems to bring trouble with you wherever you go!"
"The hell! Do you think I KNEW about those guys?"
"Well he sure knew about YOU!"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Sully interrupted the couple's endless argument. He put his right hand on Nathan's shoulder. "No fighting in my car!"
The couple became quiet. Elena folder her arms and looked outside at the road, and Nate turned back around in his seat.
Sully removed his hand from Nate and placed it back onto the steering wheel. "That can't be healthy for your guys's relationship, anyways," he murmured, followed by his hearty, smoker chuckle. Typical Sully laugh.
The vehicle became quiet until Nate started talking again. He looked at Elena in the rearview mirror. "Elena," he started. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm always getting you involved in my messes. But I don't think it's fair of you to blame me for something I did not intentionally cause."
Elena sighed. "I just hate that no matter how hard you try, it's as if you can't escape from this life of yours," she said, her eyes meeting with his in the rearview mirror. She sighed again. "I guess I just want us to be safe, and... happy."
Nate nodded. "I know. I want us to be happy, too."
Elena leaned back in her chair and nudged Nate's arm with her foot. "I'm tired of worrying about your ass," she said, a ping of annoyance in her voice.
"Yeah, me too," Sully put in, raising his hand. Nate couldn't help but to laugh a little.
"You guys, my ass is fine!" Nate exclaimed. "It's you two that need the worrying. You know how many times i've fret over thinking you two were dead?"
"Like-wise," Elena and Sully replied in unison.
Nate scoffed and leaned back into his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "As if I would ever let any villain get away with killing me," he muttered.
Sully chuckled to himself and Elena rolled her eyes.
When they had arrived back onto the streets of the suburbs of the city, Nate spoke.
"So, Babe, how about we put off house-shopping for a while?" He cracked.
Elena scoffed. "Puh-lease. This time i'm finding a real estate agent that I know," Elena said smartly. It was Nate's turn to roll his eyes.
"Aye aye aye," he murmured.
Elena sat up and turned to Sully. "Hey, Sully, can you drop me off at Chloe's place instead?" She asked politely.
Nathan turned in his seat to face her. "Chloe's?" He questioned. "Why're you going to Chloe's?"
"Well, her party's tomorrow night, right?" Elena stated with a smile. "She wants me to go dress shopping the whole day with her tomorrow. And then do my hair and makeup," She added.
Sully turned to Nate. "Girl stuff," he implied.
Nate gazed at Elena and shook his head.
"What? it was her idea!" Elena defended. Nate laughed aloud.
When they arrived at Chloe's apartment complex, Elena opened the door of jeep and helped herself out. "Thanks for the ride, Sully!"
"Anytime, sweetheart!" Sully replied. "You stay safe now."
"I will," She said back to him. She walked up to the shotgun side next to Nate.
"You better," Nate added in. "I don't wanna hear about a story that a pizza guy came in with shotguns and blew you two to pizzas- er, pieces."
Elena smiled. "You are such a comedian," she snickered, and leaned in to kiss him. "I think that would only happen to you," she remarked after drawing away from the kiss.
He chuckled and kissed her again. "I love you," he told her softly. "More than anything in this crazy world."
"Cheesy," she giggled. "I love you too," she said, and with one last kiss she walked up the stairs to Chloe's door.
"Awwwww!" Sully joked and started the engine up again. They drove onto the street. "But I thought you loved me more than anything in this crazy world!"
Nate laughed. "Shut up, Sully," he joked. Sully used his free arm to punch Nate in the shoulder, laughing as his did so.