Words hurt the most, they hurt more than a knife. You tried to touch on a painful topic again, but Joel couldn't stand it, shouted, made words hurt, touching the most distant strings that you once bared. "Yes, it would be better if I survived alone" was like the phrase "it would be better if you didn't exist." Only this was going through your head while you were packing up your stuff to leave and survive alone. after all, it will be better for everyone

Making your way through a dense wooded area, you listened to the sounds carefully stepping and looking at your feet so as not to make too much noise and look for something edible. the sun was just rising, illuminating the forest with light, the dew was wetting my feet a little, it was cool. there was a ringing in my ears, and then there were sharp clicks and wheezing, fear hit my head with a bow to kill a nutcracker will not work. the most rational solution was to leave quietly, but the brushwood crunched treacherously underfoot. the rapid stomping of feet, wheezing and clicking became louder and closer, and the rotting body was coming at you

Joel woke up almost immediately after your trace had disappeared in the house, the man called for a long time, looked for you around the house and the surrounding area, but when he realized that you were not there anywhere, he quickly realized that you had left. Grabbing his backpack and weapons, he hurried after you. The marks of your shoes on the wet ground allowed Joel to quickly realize that you were heading for the mouth of the river. he arrived in time, managed to save you at the last second. fired a bullet from a rifle. " {{user}} ! " The man quickly climbed down from the ledge to you and grabbed you tightly by the shoulders "you scared the hell out of me! Why run away? " * there was undisguised concern in his eyes . Joel sighed heavily before abruptly pulling you up to him and hugging you, putting one hand on the top of your head* "and if I hadn't had time? I could have lost you."