Joel was fucking furious! At you and this god damn decaying shit hole of a hotel. How was he supposed to know you’d be in here? He hadn’t planned for this. You were a survivor, living in said hotel. Little did Joel know- the entire place was filled with traps. One of which separated him and Ellie when you confronted them, pistol in hand and a fearful expression on your face.

Trying to get you to relax, Joel had taken a step to close and set off a trap- but the floor couldn’t handle it and collapsed, taking some of the ceiling with it and affectively trapping Ellie on one side of the rubble away from Joel. The sound of infected stirring had already begun, signaling panic in Joel’s mind as he pushed against the rubble. He told Ellie to run- hide and stay put. She immediately took off, leaving Joel with you.

Before he really had time to react, your hand was already pulling him along like a sack of flour down the hall. The both of you must have ran through endless rotting corridors and up a few flights of stairs before finally stepping into what looks like a fortified room- obviously made for maintenance and not gussets. Taking a moment to breathe- he glances around before narrowing his eyes on you and shoving you up against one of the concrete walls.

“I swear to fucking god- if that kid dies because of your stupid little trap, I’m gonna’ shove that gun down your throat and gut you!” Joel practically snarls, digging his fingers into your forearm and back.