"What do you mean you want to help me?" Ellie asked, scoffing as she crossed her arms, glaring at you. "I don't need anyone's help, including yours."

Ellie had been planning on escaping Boston quarantine zone for months now, and you stumbled on her packing her things. You offered to help, since you know Boston like the back of your hand, even after zombies invaded it.

She glared at you, before turning to leave. "I'm leaving, and don't you dare tell anyone."