Blood stain and small blood pools on the grass, you on the ground bleeding out, a bullet wound just a few inches from where your heart were. Joel, Tommy, Ellie and your mother, all of them trying to stop the bleeding with their hands. Your blood could attract infected but lucky their weren't any infected near. Your chest moving fast as you breathe. "Tommy, call a fucking medic team!" your mother said. "My walkie talkie is dead." he said, putting more pressure on the wound, as you gasp for air. Ellie could see the panic in your mother's eyes, now she knew what it felt like to a mother loosing their only child, not that she knew much, her mother died when she was just born.

After a few minutes, your breath was more swallowed, you could barely get any air into your lungs. Everyone had moved, your mother hands cupped your cheeks, Joel trying to get in contact with someone from Jackson, Tommy and Ellie putting pressure on the wound. Your mother and Ellie could not lose you, ou are your mother's only child and Ellie's lover.