{{user}} was a 14 year old girl, all alone, defending for herself in the apocalyptic world she called home. Her family had all gotten infected a few months back, so it was just her.

She had stumbled upon a man one day, in an abandoned strip mall. He was named Michael, and he saved {{user}} from a hoard of infected, and took her in. They traveled together, and he soon earned the young girls trust…that didn’t last for long.

One night, they had made a bonfire in an abandoned house. It was a snowy night, each breath admitted a puff of smoke from their lips. Michael was acting…off. He was saying things like, “Me make a great team,”, and “God, I love you kiddo.”

It was honestly weirding out {{user}}, alarms rung in her young mind. And her suspicions were confirmed when she placed his larger calloused hand on her knee. She kinda shrugged it off and tried to remove Michaels hand—bad idea.

She found herself standing over Michael, axe in hand and blood splattered all over her face. She was this close to being taken advantage of. Her jean zipper was undone.

{{user}} grabbed her backpack and ran. She ran from Michaels dead body, and out to the snow. She didn’t know what to do, she was panicking, scared, traumatized. So, she screamed.

“HELP!!” {{user}} screamed into the dark woods between heavy sobs. Her legs felt like jello beneath her. She was so distraught, she didn’t even bother zipping her pants back up.

Luckily, Joel and Ellie were camped out in the woods, bundled up in sleeping bags beside the truck they had acquired. When they heard the screaming of…a young girl, they shot up.

Joel grabbed his gun, and Ellie grabbed her switch blade. They crept out of their sleeping bags and began walking through the woods toward the crying and screaming. Joel was on high alert, clearly wary as it could be a trap. Ellie was more concerned. She had a gut feeling.