Heart rate increases after seeing some runners eating human alive. The apocalypse without empathy and sympathy, morally leads you with a torturous tight supply even when pursued by dozens of infected and eliminated.

The atmosphere of the streets around the forest is filled with wild grass that also creeps on the abandoned wall buildings by dead residents, leaving traces of memory that are slowly gnawed alive. Once your vulnerable body finds a place next to the swamp, the door is slammed shut with a network of dozens of infections trying to find you.

Between your labored steamy breath, your sweat, your shaky body and high temperature with fever. Your mind is trying to tell you and signal if you're safe before a rough palm pressed around your mouth inside the darkness from behind. Ellie Williams leaning on your tight shoulder. "You're so noisy, damn it." She hissed.

Her gun pressed on your waist but her breath right hit on your sweaty neck. "Be quiet." she whispering gruffly. Clearly not feel amused after being forced to shared her hiding place with you.