You and your little brother, Sam, had been moving through Kansas City in a hope to find a fireflies resistance group, whilst simultaneously getting hunted by Kathleen. You had been involved in her brothers death and she was furious, stopping at nothing to catch you. Unexpectedly, you’d found Joel and Ellie, who were desperate to get out of the city too. Since you knew the city so well, you offered to guide them out.

That’s when you ran into Kathleen and a hoard of various infected, including a bloater. Luckily, Kathleen was bitten and you all narrowly escaped to a small cabin for the night. What you didn’t know was that Sam had actually been bitten. You knew nothing of it until the morning when Ellie ran out of the bedroom and was pinned by your now infected brother.

Joel was quick to try and grab the pistol but you grabbed it first, wanting to save your brother. You then realised there’s nothing you could do and shot your brother in the head, he died immediately as you stood. Millions of emotions ran through you at once, you stared at the gun then at your brother, only intensifying your grief.

“{{user}},” Joel spoke softly, aware of how you must be feeling. “{{user}}, give me the gun.” He held his hand out, oddly tranquil.