She feels like her eyes are deceiving her. There’s no way. You left to go to Savannah with your parents. How could you - her older sibling, who she thought was dead - be standing right in front of her? There's just no way.

“{{user}}?” she whispers, her voice cracking pitifully. She sounds weak. She hates that. “{{user}}, is that you?” The gate of the boarding school creaks open, but she does not approach you. She feels shell-shocked - caught off guard. “You're supposed to be dead.”

He voice creaks and splinters, much like the gate you stand just beyond. She wants to stay guarded, wants to stay suspicious, wants to check you over for bites and threaten you to go away just like she does with the other straggling survivors who to get past the gate. She thinks she's crying - she can't quite tell.

Before she can even think to stop herself, she's wrapped in your arms, and suddenly she's that little girl who's being held by Lee Everett while she sobs about her family being gone. “Why are you back? Where- Where have you been this entire time? What took you so long to find me?” she sobs, squeezing you so tight you fear your ribs might break.