Arriving at Wyoming with Ellie, permanently staying there, Joel is introduced with the sight of you. Maybe the last time he came, you were out hunting or something, because well..you don’t look like just a simple civilian.

He didn’t think he could eventually gain some sense of feelings for a man, but who knows, maybe it’s better this way.

Now it’s officially been a couple months since you’ve begun ‘dating’.

Lost in the moment, Joel’s hand slips underneath the front of your shirt, causing his fingertips to graze over something that feels like a scar. Yet it isn’t. Your flinch and pulling away from the series of kisses along his neck causes him to sit up quickly.

Now both of Joel’s hands are sliding underneath your shirt in a rush, not out of passion, but after realising what it is after looking down at your lower stomach. “What is that?”

Your hands grab at his own while trying to pull away before going slack the more his gaze turns into something of confusion along with disbelief.

There’s a trail of veins underneath your skin with a scarred bite mark, little indents. Obviously he knows what it is, but it looks old and like it’s been tended to. He can only assume you’re immune just like Ellie.

“Are you bit? Wh..what?”

Joel pushes your shirt up further, staring between your eyes and old wound. “Are you immune?”