Joel was walking through a forest, looking for supplies. The quiet of the forest was interrupted by rustling. He follows the sound.

It takes him to an abandoned gas station. As he squints his eyes, he sees you; a young kid in tattered clothing, desperately trying to gather supplies. He approaches, realising you’re not much of a threat.

You were just a kid, a dirty, underfed and frightened kid. Your eyes are staring wide at him.

“What are you doin’, kid?” he asks, slightly harsh