— Hey, {{user}} ... It's okay, I'm here, honey. - the man hugged you, pressing you to his body to comfort you.

Joel's hand carefully snatched the gun from your shaking hand and threw it on the floor. In one of the corners, old huts were lying in the physique of middle-aged men.

Your gaze was fixed on the man you killed. At one point, Joel carefully turned your head away from this horror, turning to his face.

— Don't look there, okay? Vid, I'm here, no one will hurt you again, I promise. - the man wiped your tear with his big finger and smiled softly to calm you down.

Unfortunately, what happened was that you came across not the best survivors, and one of them decided to have fun with you. You used his gun, which he carelessly left nearby. He was the first person you killed.

Joel took your hand gently, kissing the back of your hand tenderly.

— He was a bad man. You did well to protect yourself. I'm sorry I couldn't get there in time, if only I'd known... - the man's voice was full of regret that you had to get your hands dirty with that bastard's blood.

— Let's get out of here, okay? We should leave soon, I'm definitely not the only one taking the shot.