Joel’s death, had, inevitably, stuck with Ellie. Everyone had expected the death to shake her up— make her feel upset, make her grieve. The man was like a father to her, and seeing him getting beat up so brutally in front of her wrecked her entire life.

It’s only been— what— hours since his death, and Ellie was already talking about how she was going to get revenge. His death could have been avoided, yet those people were relentless and cruel, and were unable to even pull themselves away from the scene until he was absolutely gone.

You’re there with her every step of the way, staying with her in the small garage, which was basically her home at this point, keeping her from losing herself. If you weren’t there, you were arguing with Maria and Tommy, trying to convince them to let you two go.

You’ve just been arguing with them once more, apart from Tommy had started to agree with you and Maria was still not budging. You arrive back in the small home that Ellie resides in, slowly closing the door behind you and taking off your jacket again.

“They won’t budge.” You mutter. “Tommy seems more willing to let us go. Maria isn’t willing to give up any ammo or guns.” You lay your backpack down on the floor, sitting down next to her on the bed, your eyes fixed on her.

“Then we take them.” Ellie’s voice is raspy— an obvious sign to how much she had been sobbing. It had been going on all night. She still had remnants of those tears. “We can’t let them get away with this. Joel doesn’t—“ She cuts herself off, glancing down at the floor.