I stood up. I walked to the shelf. I took down a bottle of twenty-year-old whiskey, uncapped it, and drank.
I closed my eyes. I thought of Joel. I thought of the lie he told Ellie at the end of the first game. The lie that saved her life. the last of us license key.txt
They were two of them, skinny, wild-eyed, wearing gas masks made of old soda bottles. They’d seen the light from my projector. They kicked in my bunker door at dawn. I stood up
“That’s the first one,” I said. “There’s a second part. But you have to untie me. My throat is dry.” the last of us license key.txt