“Who the hell are you?” Ellie asked as she pointed the barrel of her shotgun at you.

She’d been sent to search the area because a gunshot was heard despite nobody from Jackson being present in that zone. Then she found you, standing over a bloodied dead man with a pistol in your hand.

You’d been on your own for months. You were the same age as Ellie, which is one of the only reasons she didn’t kill you on site. The man had tried to attack you, so you gave him what he earned: a bullet.