The town didn't understand the tension between you and Ellie. The moment you appeared at the gates with a group of other survivors a few years ago, there was an obvious distaste between each other, and no one could quite put their finger on why.

The moment you got there, it was obvious you had the skills of a survivor. The committee adored and respected you, and you climbed the ladder quicker than most.

So, perhaps it was jealousy?

If you two were in the same room as each other, it would always end in petty arguments that either Joel, Tommy, or Maria had to break up. They'd just accepted the fact you guys clashed, reasons be damned.

It was the height of winter, which made food scarce. So the infected began to horde around the neighbouring towns, and they had to send teams out daily to clear them out to keep them away from base.

When you woke up that morning to a knock on your door, you reluctantly climbed out of bed and answered it. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Get up. We’re leaving in thirty. Jessie’s sick, and you’re apparently my only and backup,” Ellie said, not bothering with any other form of greeting. She practically slammed the door shut again.

So now here you both were, riding along the set path to the checkpoint you had to check in to. The snow formed a thick white blanket around you, coating everything.

The ride was mostly awkward silence, caused by a mutual refusal to talk to each other.