Chapter 2: Infernal Place – Uncharted 4
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and rusted metal as Nathan Drake pushes through the dense overgrowth of the Panamanian jungle. The oppressive humidity clings to his skin, mixing with the sweat from the relentless tropical heat. Above, the canopy filters the sunlight into jagged shards, casting eerie shadows across the crumbling ruins of an old Spanish prison—now a decaying fortress reclaimed by nature.
The ground beneath him is uneven, littered with broken stone and the skeletal remains of forgotten convicts. The walls of the prison, once imposing, now sag under the weight of centuries, their surfaces choked with vines and creeping moss. Every step echoes slightly, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence—only the distant screech of unseen birds and the skittering of lizards remind him he’s not entirely alone.
As he moves deeper, the remnants of past violence become more apparent—rotted wooden gallows, rusted manacles still clinging to the walls, and the occasional glint of a bullet casing, a relic from more recent conflicts. The air feels heavier here, as if the ghosts of the damned still linger, whispering warnings in the creaking of old beams and the groan of shifting stone.
Then—the descent. A gaping hole in the floor leads down into utter blackness. The rope in Nate’s grip is rough against his palms as he rappels into the abyss, the temperature dropping sharply as he leaves the sun behind. The only light now comes from his flashlight, cutting through the darkness like a blade, revealing ancient cells where men were left to rot.
And then—the fire.
A sudden explosion of orange and red as a Molotov cocktail shatters nearby, engulfing the chamber in violent, flickering light. Heat washes over him, the flames licking at the wooden debris, casting monstrous, dancing shadows on the walls. The smell of gasoline and burning wood fills his lungs as gunfire erupts—muzzle flashes cutting through the smoke.
This is no longer just an exploration—it’s a fight for survival in an infernal place, where the past and present collide in a storm of fire and blood.
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and rusted metal as Nathan Drake pushes through the dense overgrowth of the Panamanian jungle. The oppressive humidity clings to his skin, mixing with the sweat from the relentless tropical heat. Above, the canopy filters the sunlight into jagged shards, casting eerie shadows across the crumbling ruins of an old Spanish prison—now a decaying fortress reclaimed by nature.
The ground beneath him is uneven, littered with broken stone and the skeletal remains of forgotten convicts. The walls of the prison, once imposing, now sag under the weight of centuries, their surfaces choked with vines and creeping moss. Every step echoes slightly, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence—only the distant screech of unseen birds and the skittering of lizards remind him he’s not entirely alone.
As he moves deeper, the remnants of past violence become more apparent—rotted wooden gallows, rusted manacles still clinging to the walls, and the occasional glint of a bullet casing, a relic from more recent conflicts. The air feels heavier here, as if the ghosts of the damned still linger, whispering warnings in the creaking of old beams and the groan of shifting stone.
Then—the descent. A gaping hole in the floor leads down into utter blackness. The rope in Nate’s grip is rough against his palms as he rappels into the abyss, the temperature dropping sharply as he leaves the sun behind. The only light now comes from his flashlight, cutting through the darkness like a blade, revealing ancient cells where men were left to rot.
And then—the fire.
A sudden explosion of orange and red as a Molotov cocktail shatters nearby, engulfing the chamber in violent, flickering light. Heat washes over him, the flames licking at the wooden debris, casting monstrous, dancing shadows on the walls. The smell of gasoline and burning wood fills his lungs as gunfire erupts—muzzle flashes cutting through the smoke.
This is no longer just an exploration—it’s a fight for survival in an infernal place, where the past and present collide in a storm of fire and blood.
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GamingTranscript
00:00This is going to be more easy than I expected, eh?
00:12We're going to have to do it better than that, pal.
00:16Let's end this.
00:18Let's go.
00:24This gringo knows how to fight, eh?
00:26We'll catch you.
00:29What's this?
00:34Hey!
00:36How do you get out of this?
00:39How's this?
00:42Asshole, let go of me.
00:44Get him!
00:45We'll fight at you.
00:48Fight like a man!
00:50All right.
00:52That's what?
00:54I'll catch you now.
00:56I'll catch you now.
00:59Take this, asshole!
01:01I'm sorry, Gustavo!
01:03This is for meeting you with us.
01:06Amigo!
01:09Now that's it, asshole.
01:12You're going to repent.
01:12You can do it!
01:16Come on!
01:17Come on, friend!
01:22You can do it!
01:23Ah, shit!
01:25I'm going to kill you, gringo!
01:32I'm going to close your mouth, gringo!
01:34You're getting off of me!
01:35That's enough!
01:38Get in!
01:39It's my turn.
01:40Get in!
01:43Get out of here, idiot!
01:45Get out of here!
01:46We weren't fighting, huh?
01:47Right, little guy?
01:48I'm going to kill you, gringo!
01:50Hey, give me a call when you're tall enough to ride the rides.
01:53I'm going to get out of here.
01:54I'm going to get out of here!
01:54I'm going to get out of here!
01:56I'm going to be waiting for you!
01:58Open!
02:11Come on.
02:14How long am I supposed to be in here?
02:17Huh?
02:17Where's the toilet?
02:19You're looking at it.
02:21Have fun.
02:22I will.
02:24Gracias!
02:24Get up.
02:53Oh, man.
02:53I was having a great dream, too.
02:56Hey, hey, hey.
02:57All right.
02:58Easy.
02:59Ah!