Ellie Williams was a fighter. A friend. A fiercely loyal 14-year-old who currently was fighting the grim reaper to keep her companion, Joel, alive. The harsh winter did nothing but numb her, not her morale. Especially since she had an advantage: immunity to the virus.

She dashed through the woods, chasing a deer for dinner. The buck raced into a large clearing, and while she was running you two collided, apparently chasing the same dinner. She raises her gun and aims it at your face. “Drop your fucking gun!” She yells.