Chloe Frazer Uncharted 4 の小説・ストーリー

I needed my sanity today. Katarzyna was her name, silence was her creed. She was a lady of few words, but the little she said would make you think for days. She had a lithe figure, long brown hair and a personality that was hard to truly decipher. Zane was a runaway when he was found, demons took over the town. It was huge news then, simply because he was of Hebrew descent. The world was falling apart at the seams and the saviors of humanity are already tired of the mental and physical trauma.

I w​as starving, an​d my mind wou‌ldn't let me‌ eat anyth​ing that had‍n't been prepared by the one pers‌on I had lo‍cked away. I look‌ed at M⁠oni‍tor 4. The cam​era inside the Blue Room. Chloe‍ was awak⁠e. She was pac‌ing t⁠he flo‍or, wea‌ring the‌ oversized white robe. She looke​d like a caged an‌imal.‍ She stop‌ped at the‍ door,​ t⁠ried the handle, found it l⁠ocked, an‍d kicked it.

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

She gave me the name of our saviour before she died, the one who's going to save us. I'm on the bus headed to Texas, and I look at the paper where I wrote the name of this warrior. It's written in bold—of course, it should be. This is no ordinary person we're talking about. Our future rests in her hands, but our future also rests in the hunters' hands. To beat the hunter, she has to win. That warrior, that saviour, the one who's going to help us all—her name is Chloe Fint, and I'm going to find her before they do.

Chloe felt the blood completely freeze in her veins. Attached to this broadcast are the high definition facial recognition scans, biometric profiles, and complete medical histories of the female architect, Chloe, and her immediate blood relatives. She is to be captured alive at any cost. All rival syndicates, mercenary factions, and independent operatives are authorized to engage. The hunt begins at dawn. Arthur reached out and twisted the dial, shutting off the mechanical voice and plunging the room back into silent horror.

If she closed her eyes and focused, she could hear the gentle murmur of a stream as it flowed between the two towering cliffs. Chloe was dressed for adventure, wearing practical three-quarter khaki shorts and a fitted black tank top that showed off her toned arms. Her brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and she wore a sweatband around her forehead to keep her hair out of her face. She carried a hydration waist pack around her waist, the liter bottle almost empty after just thirty minutes of hiking. Max walked beside her, keeping up with her pace as they silently climbed the summit of the mountain. Ollie was a few meters down and had given up on the quest to get to the summit, a

The pack joined in, yanking the chain free. Chloe rose, shifting into her Nwa form, a sleek black wolf. She fell in beside Hunter, and together they moved as one. The man behind the mask watched the monitor smiling.

Chloe. Calling.

But then years later, the phone call came from her father saying her sister was gone. "Forgive me for never visiting you, Chloe. I hope you find happiness wherever you are now that you couldn't find here," she whispered to the wind, watching as the casket was slowly lowered into the earth. A sudden, piercing wail dominated the cemetery. Cyan turned to see a young girl trembling with grief. If she wasn't mistaken, that was Chloe’s daughter—Zendaya. Standing beside the child was a tall, imposing man of undeniable stature—Zach, her sister's husband. He wore dark sunglasses, masking whatever expression his eyes might have held.

Chloe “Check Fort Baskerville.” The words had run in her ears the entire day, making it hard to concentrate on her work. Fort Baskerville. She had to find him and now, after six months of searching, she finally had a clue. Chloe Madison walked into her small apartment and dumped her backpack unceremoniously on the floor by the door, dropping her winter coat on top of it. Her shoes were off in a second and she stretched her arms up over head, groaning with feeling the freedom of being home. As a graduate student of the prestigious Hudson University Genetics program, being home with her shoes off was a luxury.