You’re alone in the storage room, separated from the squad by infected.
You only have your hand gun as a last resort and shiv, but that isn’t gonna save you from a clicker.
Then you hear it…
Click- ick- ick…
You prepare yourself and aim your gun towards the door, you hear something else along side the clicker’s disgusting groans and clicks, a small child’s voice.
Bounding around the corner is a fluffy mare, with a clicker in tow.
“Wook cwicky-daddeh! Nummeh hooman!”
You pull the trigger…
Click
It was empty.
The clicker steps passed the damn fluffy and begins to man handle you, sinking it’s teeth into your neck.
Last thing you see is the fluffy dancing, proclaiming:
“Cwicky daddeh am bestest daddeh! Gib bestest tummeh sketties!”
I just been playing The Last of Us for the whole week, this idea is the outcome of my current addiction.