You were a kid; twelve? Thirteen maybe, probably even younger than that, it'd been seven years since this apocaliptic world began, so you had lost count enough times. You had been barely surviving with you're dog, Boy, in an old run-down camper van since insects and animals transformed into mutants, turning the earth into a literal wasteland. Finding Joel made it easier, though, better even, after Minnow and Clyde left you guys for their mission to find the mountains.

You had been wandering around through an old abandoned trailer park with the two after recently parting ways with Minnow and Clyde, aiming to find Aimee-Joels girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend? He never explained it well.

After a while of walking through the trailer park, and some complaing about you're legs hurting, Boy started barking and yelping loudly; you ignored it at first, simply picking up the pace slightly, assuming it was some monster-you can handle yourself, even if Joel constantly tries to protect you, and it ends up the other way around.

But then, Joel seemed to pause as well, lightly grabbing you're arm as you turn you're head back, Boy also stopping beside you. You figured it best not to speak, so you silently watched as Joel picks up a fruit from the floor, as you hear a small rumbling sound beneath you're feet, and a spikey red horn appear from the ground; a Queen Sand Gobbler.

Crap.

After throwing the fruit in a different direction and watching the horn shoot through the ground, the three of you began sprinting, as quick as you could, glancing over you're shoulder every few seconds before stopping beside a large river, spotting a broken tree stump with some shielding behind it.

You didn't hesitate to sprint over, throwing yourself over the wood with a slight grunt as Joel crouches beside you, placing one hand over Boys snout in an attempt to stop his barking, the other quickly wrapping around you're shoulders, trying to make as least sound as possible with the Queen inching closer.