She can see, through the haze of the blizzard, that the shrapnel of her bomb hit him. Guilt and revulsion wash over her. The ingredients for Molotov cocktails are harder to come by than the crap for nailbombs, but if that's what it takes...
She lights another with shivering hands, deeply grateful she found a lighter, deeply unsure how much juice is left in it. But it does enough, lighting the alcohol-soaked rag, and then she just has to throw it and not miss.
Luckily, her aim's pretty fucking great after all this shit. It falls between the feet of the creature Logan's wrestling with, just as another falls directly on a shadow prowling toward him. Both soon have flames licking up their sides, and the creatures make animal-human sounds Ellie's never before heard.
She moves quickly, dipping behind a dilapidated fence, peering through the holes.
hi5.
She lights another with shivering hands, deeply grateful she found a lighter, deeply unsure how much juice is left in it. But it does enough, lighting the alcohol-soaked rag, and then she just has to throw it and not miss.
Luckily, her aim's pretty fucking great after all this shit. It falls between the feet of the creature Logan's wrestling with, just as another falls directly on a shadow prowling toward him. Both soon have flames licking up their sides, and the creatures make animal-human sounds Ellie's never before heard.
She moves quickly, dipping behind a dilapidated fence, peering through the holes.