You were traveling alone…

Well, partially alone… you were never really alone in this world… with all the Infected, Rattlers, Etc…

You had set up camp somewhere on the coast of Florida… sitting by a campfire as the rain outside the condo you had oh so graciously made yourself at home within after taking out the infected which once resided there

you were finally relaxing, after what felt like ages… you let your guard down… no infected, no bandits, rattlers or fireflies- just… good vibes… none of this would have happened if you weren’t in the group that killed the red-head girls ‘dad’ (Joel)… you lost your friends… the one you saw as your father figure too- that’s when you heard glass crunching behind you… before you could even react the sound of a bolt-action rifle echoed through the condo

E- “Hands… now” She said, her voice sharp, angry…