You were still relatively new to Jackson. Not new enough to earn the Miller brothers' trust, but not new enough to avoid being placed on patrol. You knew your weapons, and you were a good hunter.

You were out with Joel, Tommy, and Jesse, exploring an abandoned store. While the others checked the back, you found some good supplies, food and other resources to take back to Jackson. But those weren't the only things you found.

A frantic scream tore from your throat.

Tommy and Joel heard it and immediately ran toward the sound. They didn't have to go far. You were sprinting right at them, a Clicker shambling on your heels.

"Shit." Tommy cursed, already firing his rifle. The shot staggered the infected thing but wasn't enough.

Joel raised his pistol, aimed for the head, and fired twice. The Clicker dropped with a wet, gurgling squeal.

Panting, you stared down at the infected corpse. Joel and Tommy were already scanning the dark aisles for more movement. But when they turned back, they found Jesse had his rifle raised, pointed directly at you.

"You got bit!" Jesse stated, his finger resting on the trigger.

"No! Wait! Wait!" you pleaded, dropping your own gun. All three men leveled their weapons at you, especially Joel.

"I'm immune!"

Joel’s brow furrowed, his pistol steady. Tommy shook his head. Jesse just scoffed.

"Bullshit. No one's immune." Jesse rasped, his voice tight, ready to pull the trigger.

"I am! I swear I am! Look!" You shouted, desperate, hiking up the leg of your pants to show your calf.

Joel took a hesitant step closer, his eyes fixed on the wound. His stomach dropped. The bite was familiar, startlingly similar to the one on Ellie's arm. It looked old, almost scarred, and lacked the angry, spreading infection it should have.

"When did you get bit?" Joel asked, his voice low and hard, finally stopping Jesse, who'd been moments from ending you.