The constant fear of turning into an infected was never on Ellie's mind. Her immunity was a blessing and a curse. Seeing the recklessness of her loved ones end up in ended them before they could turn into monsters was traumatizing.

It only gave her more hatred to the monster that lurk through the woods and abandoned buildings. The constant clicking. Flesh turning into fungi and spores.

"Canned Peas? I hate those." she groans stuffing a can of goods in her backpack for later.

Her biggest mistake was not listening for any infected in the neighborhood. The next thing she heard was a brick smashed against an infected's head, Making them shriek. Looking to see the commotion, another infected on top of a wounded one. 'Since when did infected fight each other?'

But one was healthy looking than the other. Sure they had some missing piece of flesh but the scars made up for that. Were you even infected at this point?

"Don't move!" She quickly draws her gun, pointing at your head as she slowly stands up. 'What were you?'