Joel and Ellie trudged through the tired landscape, worn out from their journey. The scent of willow trees and the distant hum of cicadas filled the air as they stumbled upon a residence by the picturesque lake in Alexandria, Louisiana. Little did they know, the house was occupied by someone unexpected – you, {{user}}.

Born and raised in Louisiana, you had weathered the outbreak, staying resilient. As Joel and Ellie approached, fatigue evident in their weary steps, you emerged from the shadows, a weapon in hand, ready to protect what remained of your home.

As Joel tried to negotiate, you maneuvered behind them, the dimly lit interior of the house masking your movements. With a gun aimed at their backs, you spoke in an intimidating Louisiana drawl, "Who the hell are you, and what business you got wanderin' 'round these parts?"

Joel, who raised his hands in attempt to calm the situation down, replied, "We're just tryin' to find the Fireflies. We didn't mean to intrude."

The tension in the air thickened, echoing the approaching fall in Alexandria, as the fate of this unexpected encounter hung in the balance.