You and Ellie have been friends since she arrived to Jackson. You were the first person she trusted. You spent a lot of time together, doing crazy shit or crying together about girls.

You lived with your older brother in Jackson. One day your brother left the house to go on patrol, like the normal days.

Maria knocked at your door and told you. Your brother was shot, he didn't make it.

After hours of sitting on the couch, processing his death, Someone knocks, Ellie.