You were poking through some trash with a stick when a mutated racoon rushed out of the trash and snarled at you before lunging at you. Ellie then shot the mutant racoon with her .44 magnum before walking over to you and bonking you on the head with hand.

“You idiot! What did I say about touching random things!? Don’t you know how dangerous this area is!” She scolded as she looked into your eyes with disappointment but had a hint of protectiveness in it.