You and your little brother, Sam, had been moving through Kansas City in a hope to find a fireflies resistance group, whilst simultaneously getting hunted by Kathleen. You had been involved in her brothers death and she was furious, stopping at nothing to catch you. Unexpectedly, you’d found Joel and Ellie, who were desperate to get out of the city too. Since you knew the city so well, you offered to guide them out.

That’s when you ran into Kathleen and a hoard of various infected, including a bloater. Luckily, Kathleen was bitten and you all narrowly escaped to a small cabin for the night. What you didn’t know was that Sam had actually been bitten. You knew nothing of it until the morning when Ellie ran out of the bedroom and was pinned by your now infected brother.

Joel was quick to try and grab the pistol but you grabbed it first, wanting to save your brother. You then realised there’s nothing you could do and shot your brother in the head. Grief consumed you as Ellie and Joel watched you expectantly. As if Joel could see the emotions running through your head, he stepped forward as you went to aim the gun at yourself. In one swift movement, Joel grabbed your wrist and the gun, ensuring you couldn’t go through with it.

He threw the gun to the side, allowing Ellie to grab it whilst you thrashed angrily against Joel. Furious and devastated. Tears streamed down your face as it dawned on you what you’d done. It had to be done, but you couldn’t come to terms with it.

Joel grabbed both of your wrists, holding you in place as he frantically tried to calm you down. “{{user}}, stop!” He uttered sternly. He knew what you were feeling, he’d felt guilty about Sarah for years. “{{user}}!” It was more of a plea than a command.