So I finished Uncharted…it was good but I have some reservations about the way it ended/ the story/characters/dialogue/gameplay…pretty much all of it lol...when I was playing it I was enjoying it immensely but once I'd finished it there were some things that seemed not that great …I'll keep it at that because if I say anything it will probably allow you to guess the end…to be honest…you're all bright people…you'd be able to guess what happens anyway…it's very predictable…that in itself is probably a spoiler…which is sad in a way…

I'll definitely play it again…but out of all of them…the second game will always be my favourite…

In the previous chapter, Nate killed some people and felt bad about it; Sully had a heart attack, Barry and Elena attempted to save some children and got lost, Chloe and Ted did….nothing really lol…

Another long chapter…sorry…


Extra Chapter

Part 7

Sully knew what a heart attack was.

It was something that happened to other people.

Older men. Younger men. Better men.

They had heart attacks. Not him.

It was contradictory that a man who smoked and drank as much as he did suffered so little for his habits. Some people would've said it was unfair but now there was a crushing pain radiating through Sully's torso.

Tightness constricted his chest as if a rubber band were squeezing in on him. Breaths became shorter. A sheen of sweat popped out across his face.

He had never felt like this before and everything about it was wrong. Nausea seeped into his stomach. An acrid taste filled his mouth.

Sully felt his knees buckle and he crumpled awkwardly, trying his hardest to not crush Alex who was strapped to his chest.

Miguel, who was up ahead, noticed the absence of sound and stopped. He could no longer hear Sully puffing away below him.

'Sully?' he called.

Silence greeted him.

Miguel swore and ran back across the landing of the thirty first floor of the resort. He rounded the stairs and almost leapt down them. In the small landing between the two floors he found a very still Sully who was lying on his back.

He knelt and shook the older man's shoulders.

There was something like groan in response but Sully's eyes didn't open.

The walkie-talkie clipped to Sully's belt called out them.

'They've rigged the car park of resort with C4,' Miguel heard Chloe's voice say, 'We've got to get everyone out of there but it's not safe - the terrorists are watching the entrances.'

There was a moments worth of static and then Nate's voice broadcasted in a loud anxious burst.

'Sully, where are you? How close are you to the helipad?'

Miguel nearing a state of panic relayed the situation to the others.

Once he was done. Alex began to cry.

Shrill sobs echoed around the gloomy stairwell. The sound was loud but there was a certain quality to it that shook Miguel to his very core which had nothing to do with the volume of the crying.

He looked at the Sully's grey skin and wondered what to do next.

He was a silly man meant for silly things.

He wasn't built to deal with this kind of crap.

But he'd have to, if he wanted to live.

If he wanted Alex to live.

With shaking hands, Miguel reached down and unclipped the baby harness from the older man.

Chloe congratulated herself for her calm voice. It didn't break or falter despite her inner turmoil.

'Ted.'

Her voice felt odd and alien. As if she was hearing it from afar.

'When this is over, I need you to do something -.'

'Chloe,' Ted butt in warningly. There was a tint of worry in his voice. As if he could tell that something was wrong.

'Shut it and listen,' Chloe said forcefully, 'when this is over, I need you to go over to the toucans and take a picture of them. I want you to show that picture to Emily and I want you tell her that I saw them and that I thought of her.'

'No, no, no,' Ted's voice was almost a moan, 'what are you doing Chloe?'

Chloe closed her eyes and sighed.

'Something stupid,' she replied.

Safir had just finished smashing every bottle of alcohol in one of the many bars when he heard something move behind him.

He whipped round, firing from his inexplicably inexhaustible supply of ammunition.

The moving object turned out to be a bouncing hollow plastic ball. It was a sad sight that something as innocuous as children's ball could be riddled with bullet holes. It looked so forlorn but Safir failed to see the poignancy of the moment and stamped on the remaining plastic.

He looked wildly around, and decided that the object had come from under the gaudily coloured arch.

Someone must have thrown it at him.

Well. He'd show whoever it was that this was no time to be throwing harmless plastic things at people.

It didn't cross Safir's mind that this could've been a trap. That was a logical assumption and Safir was too irrational for that kind of thinking.

He reloaded his gun and crept over to the archway.

Underneath it, the floor changed to soft mats. Safir, deranged as he was, saw the pile of shoes and understood that there was some sort of footwear rule.

He took a moment to unlace his battered combat boots.

He kicked them off and headed towards a large ball pit. On the other side of this divide was a looming padded structure.

What extravagance was this? He thought to himself. When I was a child I only had the hollowed out remnants of bombing runs to play within, he mused. There had been no padding there.

It seemed only right to him that he should destroy it.

Ted stared at the silent radio in his hand. A hundred things running through his mind.

He stared at the blank monitors that were meant to be depicting the resort. He saw his own dishevelled appearance in the reflections of the screens.

It didn't take him long to come to a decision.

'Fuck,' he muttered and sprinted out of the security room.

Elena heard her son cry over the radio and nearly did the same.

She was crawling through the play area, trying to find the perfect hiding spot to ambush the crazy guy.

Hating herself for doing it, she closed her eyes and clicked the radio off.

If she was going to do this… if she was going to survive this and save the children she would have to be focussed, not to mention silent.

She had to trust that Nate could solve this one without her. Or at least last long enough for her to deal with this mandem….

Mandem….

'Da heck was a mandem?

'Elena? Elena, for god's sake, 'dis mandem has nearly crossed the bloody ball pit!' Barry was ferociously whispering to her from an upper level.

Elena shook her head, freed from her reverie.

'Sorry, sorry, something's happened to Sully,' Elena finally murmured back.

'Thank god, you were standing there all still like, it was pretty scary,' Barry said, 'I know. I heard before I turned the radio off. It'll be fine. The others can handle it. We'll deal with this guy and then sort this mess out. We can do this. One step at a time.'

Elena was glad for his words and she found it easier to cope by pushing the new revelations to the back of her mind.

'Thanks, Barry, I needed that.'

'No problem, I got you fam,' he replied.

'What is going on? Why are you talking like that? What's a mandem?' Elena asked.

'It means a random person. An absolute randomer. I've been trying to coax the kids out of hiding and this is how kids speak. I'm trying to get them to trust me so I thought I'd use the same lingo.'

Elena shook her head. Anyone who used the word 'lingo' was destined to fail any sort of language feat in her book. Before she could advise Barry any further, the rustling of the terrorist, who Elena would now always think of as a mandem, stopped.

'Crap, he's here!' Barry hissed, 'the kids are right at the top, I'm gonna' head there now.'

Barry left with muffled thuds and thumps and soon Elena was truly alone.

She squared her shoulders as best she could in such a cramped place and tried to forget about Alex's cries.

Time to take out a mandem.

Miguel slapped Sully across the face.

'What the shit?' Sully mumbled groggily. He was sitting upright against a wall. The space around him was gloomy.

Someone was standing above him. They had Alex strapped to their chest.

Sully frowned, 'Miguel? What you doing with Alex? Give 'im back. You're gonna hurt him.'

His sentences were short and fragmented. It hurt to breathe. Heck, it hurt to exist.

'Christ, what happened?' Sully asked when he saw the Miguel's ashen expression.

'Mate, you had a heart attack,' the other man replied.

Sully scoffed and promptly wished he hadn't. His shirt felt damp and Sully realised he was covered in sweat. His skin felt clammy. The fabric of his clothes clung to him uncomfortably.

'I don't have heart attacks, Miguel. That's crazy talk,' he said and tried to stand up.

The world pitched forward and Sully found himself sprawled on the floor, black dots dancing at the edge of his vision.

Miguel helped his shaking body back against the wall.

'Shit,' Sully said quietly as the realisation set in, 'I had a heart attack.'

And with that Sully contemplated his own mortality. It seemed to take form, a figure with a cigar in mouth and tumbler in hand. It waved to him from afar and Sully suddenly felt afraid. Afraid that he would one day see that figure so close up he could shake its hand and see it's face which, he knew for some reason, would be his own. He had a feeling it would be the last encounter he'd ever have and that, worryingly, he was destined to have it not as far off into the future as he would have liked.

Goddamned, he needed a cigar.

'Sully, you need to get out of here. Rest up a little, but find a way out. This place is rigged to blow. I'll take Alex to the helicopter, I think it's still our best chance,' Miguel said to him imploringly.

What Miguel had said made sense, but Sully couldn't help but object.

'What you talkin' about? I'm still alive, aren't I? I'll catch up with you,' Sully said optimistically but both men knew the words were empty.

Sully took a battered cigar out of a pocket; Miguel lit it for him without saying anything.

'You say this place is rigged to blow?' Sully said after a few gentle puffs.

'Yes. And the building is surrounded by terrorists,' Miguel confirmed.

'Then what the heck are you doin' here now? Beat it,' Sully barked at him, 'get Alex outta' here!'

Miguel looked torn. Sully held the radio out.

'Look, I'll be fine, the priority is Alex here,' Sully said calmly and waved the radio at the other man, 'let 'em know when you've made it out. I'll rendezvous with the resort people. They'll be in the lobby or something. Not that far.'

Miguel looked like he was going to burst into tears but he took the walkie talkie, nodded and ran up the stairs.

He didn't look back.

When he could no longer hear the footsteps pounding on the stairs, Sully sighed with relief. Miguel would make it. He was a good kid despite his ridiculous nature.

They were all good kids.

They didn't need an old timer like him to weigh them down.

Sully shifted his weight and let the dizziness wash over him. It receded slowly like a lazy ocean wave.

What had Miguel said?

Rest up? Yeah, something like that.

Sully let his head lean back and closed his eyes.

He was so tired. He'd never felt so old.

A rest.

That sounded good to him.

Chloe ran up to the underground parking lot.

Keeping low the whole time, she managed to sneak behind a lone terrorist who was busy keeping watch over the C4. With a cruel twist, Chloe wrenched the man's neck. There was a disgusting muffled noise, like knuckles cracking. She felt something grind under the man's flesh and she dropped the limp body.

She felt ill but didn't stop to acknowledge this any further.

She was trying to make time. That was all she had to do.

Between the entrance of the resort and the parking area was the valet's station. Next to it were some trollies to carry luggage.

Chloe grabbed one and in a bizarre version of Supermarket Sweep she hurtled around the lot. Grabbing the packages of C4 and placing them in her trolley.

It was a ludicrous idea really. What she was going to do with all this armed C4 Chloe had no idea. She didn't even know how to disarm them. All she knew was that it must not bring down the resort.

When's she'd pulled the first brick of explosive from a concrete column, she had seen that they weren't on a timer but were waiting for a remote device to detonate them. They hadn't gone off yet, but she had no idea what the terrorists were waiting for.

A signal from their crazy leader at a predetermined time?

Or was it a matter of seconds because the guy with the remote needed to take a leak and would press that button right after he'd finished?

Or was it a matter of minutes because the guy with the remote needed to do a number two and would press that button right after he'd finished?

Chloe tried not to think about it.

It was a stupid plan.

But it was the only one she had.

Ted was running to the resort. Legs pumping, heart thumping. He ran past burnt out shells of bars and dining areas. The smell of smoke was pervasive and cloying.

What was Chloe up to? Crazy woman.

He replayed her last words to him. Something stupid.

'Jeezus,' he muttered to himself. If Chloe herself was calling it stupid then it had to be something bordering madness.

Take a picture of the toucans? Fuck that. They were both going to be in that stupid picture with the stupid toucans even if he had to abandon all dignity and use a selfie-stick.

He supposed it was a little harsh to call the toucans stupid since they hadn't really done anything but it was probably because he was in a bad mood. A mood that, against all odds, had managed to become even more sour.

Ted had reached the underground parking lot and was watching in bemusement as he spied a figure running around with a trolley full of white bricks.

'Oh, Chloe,' he murmured.

He ran towards her.

Barry had just finished ushering the last of the children through the fire escape door at the back of the play area when he heard the unmistakable sound of a Taser firing.

He looked back with concern but couldn't see anything. The fire escape was a few levels up and had a ramp on the other side leading down to the rest of the resort. He'd managed to reach the kids relatively unscathed, although he had been paintballed a few more times before managing to wrench the infernal device from the lead child who hadn't appreciated Barry's street speech.

Barry turned to the kids again.

'Alright, you guys clearly know this place better than me, where is the best place to hide?' he asked them.

The oldest kid, who had wielded the paint ball gun, pointed behind him, 'There's a paintball arena over there. It has a little fort thing we could go to. If any of those terrorists turn up we'll just hit them with the paintball guns.'

His small voice was filled with bravado. As if he had daydreamt about this many times and he would against all odds save the day and be a hero.

Barry shook his head, 'This isn't some daydream where you manage to take out armed terrorists with a paint ball gun. We aren't in Home Alone, y'know.'

''Da heck is Home Alone?' the kid asked confused.

Barry froze, 'Do any of you know what Home Alone is?'

There were a lot of small blank faces looking up at him. Dear god, Barry thought to himself, how old were these guys?

'When were you guys born?' Barry asked hesitantly. He had a feeling he wouldn't like the answer.

'I'm the oldest and I was born in 2003,' the hero kid said proudly.

Barry felt a little ill. Weren't people born in noughties babies? When did they become teenagers? When did they start getting grand ideas like taking on terrorists with paintball guns?

He pushed those thoughts aside. There would be time to contemplate these things later.

'I saw an indoor tennis court that wasn't on fire. Go there and barricade the doors. Don't let anyone in,' Barry instructed them.

'You ain't gonna come with us, mister?' A scared voice asked him.

'I'll be with you guys soon,' Barry assured them. 'I just have to check on my friend.'

The kids moved off but Barry held back the eldest child, 'No heroics. Ok?'

The kid looked a little miffed but nodded.

Barry watched them go, satisfied that they would be out of danger. There would be no reason for terrorists to head to this end of the complex.

He clicked the radio back on, ready to update the others when Chloe said something about the C4 being remote controlled by a mobile phone.

Barry was about to say his part when he heard gunfire coming from the soft play area.

He bolted through the fire door without thinking.

Safir pulled himself out of the ball pit.

Despite hating it because it was a western establishment, he'd found it quite enjoyable paddling about the waist high pit. He had felt vaguely disappointed when he had reached the other side.

He padded over to low entrance of the padded climbing frame. It was dark in the labyrinthine rooms. Each one presented issues to the terrorist. After climbing up a net and into a new level he had come across a 'V' shaped room. The walls were plastic netting and the floor had tapered down to the thickness of one rope.

He'd made it half away across when he slipped a little and his back hit one of netted walls. The AK rifle he was carrying quickly became tangled in it and no matter how hard he struggled he couldn't free it.

With a grumble, Safir ditched the gun and continued onwards.

The next area had a roof at half height, so he had to slide on his stomach to get through it. It smelt faintly of feet.

While traversing the tunnel, he paused as he heard whispers and felt vibrations as people moved somewhere above him.

He smiled gleefully. Victims. At last.

Safir inched his way forward and finally came out into a room where he could stand up. His radio squawked at him.

He grinned when he heard the rapid Arabic.

The C4 was in place. All he had to do was make the phone call.

He reached into the folds of jacket and brought out an old Nokia 3310. He clicked the number pad and the screen lit up in what could only be described as a nostalgic shade of green.

He was just about to punch the number in when his body jerked violently and painfully. The phone slipped out of his hand.

Two metal barbs were embedded in his shoulder.

He fell, twitching to the floor, unable to control any muscle.

Barely conscious, Safir followed the wires of the barbs towards a shadowy corner of the room.

A pale woman was standing there, hands outstretched in front of her. She was holding a gun shaped object.

Safir hissed and managed to rip the wires from him. The pain remained and his hands had little coordination as he tried to pick the phone up again and finish making his call. That was his number one priority.

The woman had other plans though and throwing the gun thing aside, kicked the phone out of his hand. It skittered away between some netting to a floor below.

Safir eyed the woman carefully, trying to find a moment. That's all he would need. Get the phone. That's all he needed to do.

And then, when the woman reached for her own radio, Safir noticed that there was a gap next to him. It was wide enough to let him drop a floor lower. He realised it was one of the many ways to get around the area. There was something akin to a fireman's pole there too.

Without thinking, Safir rolled off the floor and dropped heavily onto the one below him.

He heard the woman say something and she jumped down, but Safir was already scrabbling away trying to find the phone.

He had nearly managed to stand again when something tackled him to the floor. The woman had pinned him to the floor but he rolled violently enough that the woman was thrown off and she hit her head on a padded beam.

She groaned, dazed and Safir hurried away, eyes scouring the floor for any sign of his phone.

He came across the netted 'V' room again. The AK was still hanging in the tangles. Safir scrambled over to it and managed to point to back where he had come from.

He fired the whole clip. The volley of bullets thudded into padding. It didn't matter if he didn't hit the woman, but the shots would definitely slow down her pursuit.

Fumes of burning plastic made his eyes water but he carried on. Finally he spotted the mobile. Grabbing it as quickly as he could, Safir jabbed the buttons only to find that there was no signal.

With a guttural howl of frustration, he made his way to the entrance of the play area. Even standing by the ball pit had no effect. There simply wasn't any signal.

Safir noticed a long net that carried up to the very top of the structure. An idea formed in his mind.

Maybe there was signal higher up?

Safir climbed to the top the play area and grinned at the four bars of reception he was receiving.

Before he could do anything else the phone flew out of his hands and down into the ball pit. Looking at his hands, he noticed he was now covered in sticky coloured paint. Safir looked around and saw a white man aiming a strange looking weapon at him.

The man shouted something and the woman reappeared. She shoved past Safir and dived into the ball pit, which Safir had to admit, considering the heights involved, didn't seem like a very safe thing to do.

The stocky white man was heading towards him and Safir backpedalled towards the edge.

He didn't fancy a dive but did notice a handy slide.

Barry had shouted something about a mobile phone detonator being in the ball pit and it now made sense to Elena why the terrorist had been so keen to make his phone call. It seemed prudent to her that she found it before that mandem did.

She realised something, though, as soon as she hit the ball pit. No one had ever told her it but she had the feeling that this was just one of those things you wouldn't know until you've experienced it. And the thing was this. Ball pits were not great to fight in.

After one of the most awkward entrances Elena had ever witnessed – a very slow trip of the terrorist as he slid down the slide after her and stopping before the end whereupon he had to shimmy down the last few feet himself – the two eyed each other up, waist high in plastic balls, the phone forgotten.

Elena decided that she would get the ball rolling...heh...ball...and we're in a ball pit...geddit?

Elena gave herself a mental shake. She was losing it; maybe it was the stress of the situation or jet lag. There would be few advantages in this fight and she would need to capitalise on every one.

She had the chance to surprise him and launched herself across the space separating them.

There was no kicking, in a ball pit. There was also a distinct lack of speed and a lot more unforced tripping and staggering than either party were willing to admit.

After much flailing and glancing blows, Elena managed to plant a fist in the man's cheek. His head snapped to side and his body twisted in the mounds of plastic.

He retaliated by attempted to tackle her but Elena jumped back slightly and let herself fall, cushioned by the plastic balls.

The two scrabbled upwards so they could stare each other down once again. They were both breathing heavily. Neither of them quite prepared for the inefficiency of the fight.

With a sense of urgency settling within her, Elena leapt back into the fray.

Chloe was busy ripping a block of explosive off a car when Ted suddenly appeared. He was panting.

'What the hell? Ted, what are you doing here?' Chloe started, more irritated than anything else. She was glad he seemed fine but wanted him as far from here as possible.

She loaded her cargo carefully into the trolley and began to trundle away, 'Please, go back to the security room.'

Ted used his butt to shove Chloe out of the way and took control of the rolling explosives.

'Dammit, Chloe, I thought we agreed on this. I always get to push the trolley, you do the picking and I do the pushing because apparently I can't tell a ripe avocado from new born avocado,' Ted said angrily and sped up a little so Chloe was left behind for a moment with her troubled thoughts.

'Eurgh,' Chloe grumbled in a resigned way, 'I told you there isn't such a thing as a new born avocado. They're just unripe, like all the other fresh produce of the world.'

'New born avocado sounds better,' Ted said and then muttered something darkly about baby vegetables under his breath.

The two continued their hurried task in silence.

'Chloe, I don't think you understand how much you mean to me,' Ted said quietly after the silence became too much for him to bear. It was a strange turn in conversation but Ted had a feeling that he should say these words before too long.

They seemed to have an effect on Chloe too as she froze with a brick of armed C4 in her hands. This was not something she would normally do.

His words had struck a chord in her, cutting close to the crux of her issues with commitment. Chloe wasn't sure she wanted to mean that much to a person. It only meant that you could hurt them, and, despite whatever her past actions had been, Chloe had never wanted to hurt someone like that.

Especially not Ted.

Without warning Ted turned the trolley back out into daylight, 'We have enough of the C4 to stop serious structural damage to the building. Let's dump this stuff already.'

'I saw a map earlier, there's a water park that's far enough away. Maybe we could drop it in the pool?' Chloe suggested.

'Sounds like a plan,' Ted replied, acting as if he had not said what he had, 'lead the way.'

The two hurried through the resort. Neither of them acknowledged at any moment that their cargo could explode. It didn't matter. They were together and that was all mattered…or some sorta' crap like that, Chloe thought to herself.

They had nearly reached the pool's edge.

The both of them had unconsciously sped up during their travel so they were now running full pelt towards to the water park.

Chloe was vaguely aware that they must have looked ridiculous. They were both pushing the trolley at this point. Willing it to travel faster and faster.

And then they heard a cell phone ring.

On the next round of ringing the sound multiplied.

Death had been described to Chloe many times over her adventuring days but not once had anyone described death to her as the sound of an old Nokia ring tone.

Chloe and Ted looked at each other and then down at their burden in the trolley. Brightly lit mobile phone screens winked up at them.

It was at that point…that very split second in which those mobile phone screens called with an automated reminder that her appointment with death was due that Chloe realised she wanted to say something to Ted. She wondered why she had waited so long to say it and then was she dimly aware that she might not ever get to say it to him.

They let go of the trolley and its own momentum carried it forwards.

Chloe found her hand latched onto Ted's and then she was dragging him back. Back towards whatever safety a few extra meters could offer against the blast radius of twenty bricks of C4.

The trolley tipped into the pool just as every block detonated.

Elena was aware that she was dying. Her body, now starved of oxygen was growing weaker by the second. She started to sink beneath the brightly coloured balls.

Her scrabbling hands could not dislodge the cold bony fingers from her neck. They constricted like a vice around her.

Her vision started to dim and Elena believed for a moment that this was it. The end.

She had failed. She had failed Nate. She had failed Alex.

And then she realised that her vision had grown dark because of a shadow not her impending death. It was a fairly chunky shadow which was getting larger as the seconds crawled by.

Elena was vaguely aware of Barry falling towards them from the top of the play area. His mouth was moving.

He fell in slow motion, she was too far gone to hear the words but she could almost see his British accent. If she weren't dying she would have found it rather comical.

'U wot mate? I'll fuckin 'ave you son,' Barry yelled as he plummeted towards the crazed terrorist leader. He was no doubt a force to be reckoned with, the very picture of an angry indignant British tourist, complete with socks, shorts and an England football shirt.

Barry collided with the terrorist, knocking him down flat.

Elena gasped for air the instant the pressure was relieved from her neck. After some floundering to become upright in such difficult terrain, Barry helped her up and winced at the marks the man had left behind.

'That looks proper nasty,' Barry commented.

'I'm fine, I'm fine,' Elena waved him away, trying heroically not to wince in pain as she swallowed in lungfuls of air, 'did you see where the detonator went?'

Giant ball pits didn't seem that great for finding small items either.

Barry looked around, sheepish, 'I shot it out of his hand and it fell in here. I have no idea where though.'

Suddenly, a hand shot up out of the coloured balls. It was gripping an old brick phone.

It was making a call.

Barry and Elena leapt towards the hand but it was too late.

An explosion boomed in the distance.

Nate stared at the radio.

The sun beat down relentlessly on him but he paid it no attention.

Sully, a heart attack? The resort was now covered in explosives? Everyone was trapped inside?

Nate realised he had a decision to make. Create safe passage for the resort people to escape or go to his son.

Then he heard Alex crying.

Nate wavered for a moment.

His son was calling out to him. Nate wanted to do nothing more than run to his son and comfort him.

But the day still needed a hero and somehow Nate knew it would have to be him.

'Nate? It's Miguel. I've got Alex. I'm heading up to the helipad still. I need ten minutes. Fifteen minutes max.'

Fifteen minutes. There wasn't much Nate could do in that time to help them.

He probably could do something about the terrorists surrounding the building though.

'I'm going to try helping the resort people,' Nate said, finally coming to a decision.

'These explosives are waiting for remote detonation by a mobile or something. If you see any of the terrorists don't let them make a phone call,' Chloe instructed.

Nate frowned but didn't ask how Chloe knew that. Instead he asked the question that he almost didn't want the answer to.

'Miguel, how's Sully?'

There was a length of static.

'He woke up. He's gonna head to head down to lobby,' Miguel said. Nate thought there was more to it than that but it was hard to decipher Miguel's tone over the radio. At least Sully was awake. For one dark moment Nate had thought that his last words to his oldest friend were going to have been in anger.

It did not make for pleasant thinking.

Nate sighed, feeling world weary after one day of adventuring. Falling into the mountain a few hours before seemed like years away.

As he made a loose loop around the resort to check for enemies, Nate was also acutely aware that he hadn't heard from Elena or Barry in a while. He tried to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind.

There were so many things to worry about. A small disgusting part of his brain was reluctant to save these people. He didn't owe them anything. Did he? Or had he set off a string of events that had led a crazed terrorist to them? Was he guilty for that?

Nate wasn't sure, but it was in his nature to do the right thing and right now that was saving the resort people.

Resigned to his fate, Nate found himself praying that Miguel would get to the helipad in time.

He was approaching the last corner of the resort now, once he turned it, he would be at the hotel lobby entrance. Worryingly, he hadn't seen any terrorists which could only mean they had spread out. They were more likely to stumble into him than the other way around.

He was also a lot less likely to be able to stop one of them making a phone call.

A stray thought wondered why Ted wasn't updating them with the enemy's movements.

Then everything started exploding.

Nate didn't do much thinking after that.

In fact, he'd stopped thinking altogether.

It probably had something to do with the fact that he wasn't breathing anymore.


We are very close to the end here…this chapter was pretty rambly…sorry…

This shouldn't have taken over two years to write…as always if there are any typos and stuff let me know

While writing the bits about Elena and Barry I realised I was saying plastic balls too much so in an effort to make it sound somewhat varied I started omitting and playing around with the word order…and then before I realised it I had written 'waist high in balls'…which caused me no end of amusement for the better part of ten minutes…I still smile when I think of it…

2003…I forget how long ago that was…it was the year I started secondary school…the houses in our school were named after planets…I was in pluto…not even a planet anymore…sigh…so old…we didn't say mandem back then...or fam…

I don't like avocados that much...except as guacamole

The next bit of this author's note sum up my thoughts on the last game…but essentially it boils down to this…TL,DR, Uncharted 4 is great...but flawed...felt like an interactive novel rather than a game...too much climby climby not enough shooty shooty...

Spoilers ahead for U4 ahead...

Continuing my ramble about the new game…I felt like I wasn't playing a real Uncharted…but actually a pretty good fanfiction that was probably written under the category Family/Drama rather than Adventure lol…I understand that the people who did The Last of Us did the story this time so I guess that explains it...but I like Uncharted for the hyperactivity of it all...and the music...I think the guy who did the music for the other games also changed...

The pirate story was pretty generic throughout and I kept waiting for something earth shattering to happen and it never really did...I felt they also dragged it out and stretched it to fit it around the characters...this adventure plot was definitely not the main one lol...

The prestige of the series carried the game along as well as the beautiful graphics and great acting...it needed it because if the pirate plot had been used in the first instalment of the game it would have suffered greatly for it...

As for the new characters…Nadine is almost a non-character…I don't think much would have to change and she wouldn't have to be in story at all…Raphe was ok …the villains in Uncharted were never a strong point…they are the usual stereotypes and often British lol…Raphe was not the worst…I understood what he wanted and why...

I still don't know what Marlow wanted to do other than to be Helen Mirren lol...I'm not too bothered about the villains though

My main contention is with Sam. Out of all this…he's the real mandem.

He's nothing more than a walking talking plot device to get Nate to say that he'd rather go home than get the treasure...that's possibly one line in the whole game

I feel like they were trying to hide this from us all though and plied us with endless unconvincing backstory of Nate and Sam together...

It was as if the writers were trying to say, 'Hey…listen to that renowned voice actor…he must be a main character, he's integral to the plot, look here he is with Nate when they were young, getting up to no good…hur hur hur…'

At this point it was all a bit of a lost cause because if you aren't convinced of Sam and you find out a lot of Elena/Nate and Sully/Nate interaction is sacrificed because of this mandem, you feel a bit cheated lol…

I feel like Chloe and Cutter missed out because Sam existed lol…I understand that this was the last game though so they had to bring a personal element to it…I just don't think Sam was good enough to be that part…it's quite a big things to insert a brand new character and smooth him into the storyline…maybe I'm just bitter they didn't use this as a template for the game lols...

A lot of the dialogue felt formulaic to me and some of the banter a bit forced...especially between Nate and Sam….Nate's conversations with Sully and Elena seemed to consist of what the creators thought we would like to hear...which isn't a bad thing but it felt predictable and unoriginal in some parts...

It never felt as good as Nate and Chloe's conversations in the second game but I'm probably remembering it through rose-tinted glasses lol

Maybe the fourth game will grow on me like the third one did…it'll take a while though lol…there was also a lot of running around and not enough shooting…

I liked the epilogue…it gave the level of closure I was looking for…it was a 100% pure fan-service lol…

They strove for realism in a lot of aspects of this game and I'd say they've done a good job of it...