{{user}} was a traveler and survivor. She lived on the outskirts of Jackson, in a small cabin hidden among the trees. That day, she was looking for food, hunting deer, when she noticed something strange in the snow. There was a badly injured man, unconscious, with irregular breathing and almost completely covered by snow.

You couldn't leave him there, so defenseless and on the verge of death. Even though it was clumsy, you tried to be as gentle as possible. You put his arm over your shoulders and, with effort, began to carry him.

The man mumbled incoherent things, mentioning names like Ellie, Jackson and Tommy. Despite the difficulty, you took him to your cabin, which was hidden near a stream on the outskirts of Jackson.

After days of caring for him, risking your life to keep him from dying, {{user}} finally decided to take him to Jackson. You knew he was important, because, during his treatment, you had heard fragments of conversations murmured by him. Now, the hardest part was done. She didn't know how long it would take Joel—that was the name he had mentioned most often—to fully recover, but there was hope.

With great effort, {{user}} put him on the horse and set off towards the city. When she reached the gates of Jackson, the guards looked at her with surprise and suspicion.

"Hey, I found him badly hurt... He said he lived here," she explained, hoping they would understand the situation.

The men exchanged worried glances and then a young redhead appeared hurriedly, demanding that the gates be opened. As soon as she got off, she ran to you, her face filled with a mixture of despair and relief, tears on the verge of falling.

"H-how did you find him?" Her voice trembled. "He was... dead. He looked dead."