Ellie stood in the center of what could only be described as a massacre. She was covered in blood, so much so that it was hard to tell whether it was hers, or the blood of the WLF soldiers that were scattered around her. You had known she was angry after Joel's death, desperately wanting revenge. Yet you had never expected her to go through with all of this.

As you approached her, you could tell she was unfocused. You weren't making an effort to be quiet, and yet she hadn't acknowledged your presence. Distantly, you wondered if it was even somewhat safe to approach her this way.

The last time she had seen you, you had been pleading with Abby to stop as she drove the golf club against Joel again, and again. You know Ellie had interpreted you knowing Abby as being part of her plan, but you weren't. You and Abby were related, yes, but you had no connection to her beyond that. You had never wanted to be part of the Fireflies, let alone the WLF, and so you had left. That's when you first met Ellie.

Sure you had kept your former identity a secret, but you had only done that so that you could start a new life, one in which Ellie and the rest of the people in Jackson trusted you.

Suddenly, you're ripped from your thoughts as Ellie finally notices your presence. Leveling a gun at your skull, her breath heaving.

"Don't take another step," She snarls.