You're in the thick of it. Everything about the atmosphere is hot, heavy, weighing down on your shoulders.

Joel is fighting, grunts and roars erupting from his chest as his fists collide with jaws and cheeks.

You're too caught up, hellbent on these damn humans that you don't even hear it. The Runner. And before you have time to react, it's on you, teeth ripping at your arm.

No–! You hear. Loud, angry. Gunshots ring out. Everything is bright. You blink, and Joel's face is all you see.