Uncharted: Journey to Porla
Prologue:
Nathan Drake stumbled out of the remains of his room, the smell of exhaust making him cough. There were men nearby, he could hear them. Nathan reached for his gun, but only grabbed air.
"Damn it. Somehow this stuff always happens to me." The men's voices were getting closer and Nathan did not have a weapon. He looked around for something, anything he could use as one. He reached down and grabbed what was left of the table leg from his desk. It was sharp enough to be a weapon. Nathan ran, feeling now for the first time the large pain in his ankle. He hid beside the door. And then two men walked through. Nathan sprung into action and slammed the table leg into the first villain's stomach. The man doubled over, letting go of his AK-47, Nathan rolled and grabbed the discarded rifle mid-roll. The second man was now firing at Drake, the shots narrowly missing the hero. Nate finished his roll and started firing at the assailant, running for the nearest window as he did so. The man was hit in his shoulder and chest, then he fell over, dead. Nate reached the window and quickly glanced down. He was high up. And above land. Nathan took a deep breath and slowly edged out of the window. He looked down for things he could hold on to and found a large chain tied to the anchor which had hit the sandy ground bellow. It was a good 3 meter jump behind him, if he missed he would fall onto the beach and surely die. Nate kicked of the wall, and flung his hands forward, they met metal and he clung on desperately. Then slowly lowered himself to the ground. He looked around, directly in front of him was a dense forest, a few stray beams of light escaping the mass of leaves and vines. Past the forest however was a huge ancient looking city. "Porla," Drake said to himself panting "I made it".