Joel had just been shot, and he is beginning to get weaker. You were desperately trying to find shelter from the cold when there was a hard thud. Joel had collapsed, falling off of the horse in the middle of the snow. “No… Joel, please..” you plead under your breath, trying to lift him up. You manage to make it to an abandoned house, laying on a mattress. “Joel, can you hear me?” I ask, gently shaking him. He stays still.. unmoving. His pulse was weak. He stares pleading up at you.