If zombies could, they would rise up in revolt against the video game industry. And you can’t blame them. Almost every game has had the undead, infected or walking dead in one form or another. Usually on the receiving end of a rocket launcher, crowbar or a boot. The next group who would revolt against the video games industry are writers like me who are frustrated of running out of words on what to call these shambling wrecks of flesh, bone and disease (oh, new phrase!).
Enter The Last of Us. You’re Joel. A weathered smuggler who takes it upon him to deliver a girl, Ellie cross-country. Sounds like a walk in the park? More like a walk across post-apocalyptic America fraught with infected wrecks, the army and scavengers, all looking to end each other for one reason or another.