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'The Last Of Us' Temporada 2 de la temporada 2 Fecha presente

Autor : Blake Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

¡HBO es muy esperado The Last of Us Temporada 2 se estrena este abril! Marque sus calendarios para el domingo 13 de abril a las 9 p.m. ET/PT, transmitiendo simultáneamente el máximo. Esta temporada de siete episodios promete una continuación emocionante del viaje de Joel y Ellie.

Recogiendo cinco años después de la temporada 1, la historia encuentra a Joel y Ellie residiendo con Tommy en Montana. La temporada 2 adapta los eventos de The Last of Us Part 2 , ofreciendo una narrativa convincente tanto para jugadores como para recién llegados.

que regresan son Pedro Pascal como Joel y Bella Ramsey como Ellie, acompañado por un elenco estelar de recién llegados: Kaitlyn Dever como Abby, Isabela Merced como Dina, Merle Dandridge como Marlene, Lamar Johnson, Lamar Johnson Como Frank, Keivonn Woodard como Sam y Graham Greene como Marlon.

Explore los carteles de los personajes a continuación:

The Last of Us Temporada 2 carteles de personajes

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El éxito fenomenal de la temporada 1, creado por Craig Mazin y Neil Druckmann, obtuvo numerosos premios y nominaciones de Emmy. Este éxito ha alimentado el entusiasmo de HBO, con pistas que sugieren una posible carrera de cuatro temporadas para la serie. Por lo tanto, esta temporada no abarcará completamente la historia de todo el juego.

Lea nuestra reseña de The Last of Us Temporada 1 aquí.

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